The demons and devils scream.
It's not a mask you made, but they carve it and fuse it to your face anyway. There is no removing it, and nothing shall ever remove it.
Children scream at the sight of you, parents come between you and their young, the town guard beat you with their clubs when they see you, the knights of the land draw their swords to slaughter you, while the people CHEER for them.
And those whose beauty you love the most, hate you the worst of all. There is no escape, no reprieve, no mercy, no sanctuary, only the final darkness when you draw your final breath. Then they shall dump your defiled body in a hole, cover it in dirt
“You want me to do what?” Tommy asked.
“We’re playing princesses,” his cousin Anna explained, “and if you want to play with us you have to dress up like a princess.”
“No Way!” Tommy shot back.
It was a summer vacation back when Tommy was 6 years old. The extended family had gotten together at the grandmother’s big house in the country. It was Sunday morning and the adults and older cousins had gone off to church, leaving Tommy and his two cousins Anna and Beth at the house with their grandmother.
“Fine, go find something else to do and leave us alone,” Beth told him