Everyone thought she was an angel. Gentle voice. Soft smile. Always hungry - never satisfied. I was the only one who saw the teeth behind her kindness. The way she fed on secrets, admiration, silence. By the time they finally noticed the devil, I had already learned something worse: Nobody believes the victim when the villain looks like an angel. Book for the Open Novella Contest 2026. Prompt: 112 Also participating in The Nano Watt 2026