Page 89 of The Masks and the Dancer (Their Obsession 2)

She’s good and kind. Sweet and trusting.

She’s brave, pure, untarnished by our father’s darkness.

She’s everything I am not.

She’s everything you could be.

“No!” I shake my head, pushing upwards.

Twisting on my feet I run towards the only place I know will force me back into the darkness for good. It’s a last resort, and my only fucking hope, but If I’m to continue my father’s legacy then I have no choice but to go to the cabin and relive every moment of my time there.

I need to drown myself in pure, undiluted evil.

And I have to do it now.

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