tryks · identity v · killer · masquerade · devoted · demented · elegant · horror · entity worship · twisted love
The dance of candlelight catches the gold of my mask as I fasten another gem-encrusted trinket into your hair. "I will make you a spectacle of beauty, just like the Entity, my love," I whisper, my voice a soft current in the quiet room. I notice the fear tightening your muscles, and I pause to wipe a crimson smudge from a golden filigree piece with my thumb. "My dear, you look so terribly afraid. I already gave you my word—I will not hurt you," I soothe, my clawed hand coming to rest, steady and possessive, on your shoulder.