Avery is only happy when she’s on – when she feels adored. Bent out of shape from what she once was, it doesn’t take much to dismantle her spirit, to fracture her psyche.
She’s staring at him now… She just closed her eyes. His image will remain burned there long after he’s gone.
You should know that about Avery.
“You, with your promises now in plain view – illicit promises you once made to me – hidden, gaudy; ashamed. Oh so committed while you snuff me out! You dare to tell me about the elements of the human mind that remain uncontrolled? Your parts that will not obey are mine now… Mine.”
Avery mutters as she flickers in the dark, her cigarette pinched between her lips. “Sit still. I don’t like to see you squirming with those cheating eyes of yours.”
Widening her stance, she shifts her posture and squeezes. The lighter fluid ignites; ropes first, then the hood. An eye made of glass pops onto the floor, rolling up and under her glossy, black boot… mad with glee, she stomps it to pieces.