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"Who are you?" The effect was instantaneous. The color drained from his face, leaving him as pale as the sheets I lay on. His hands dropped from my face as if my skin had burned him. He stumbled back a step, his jaw slack with a horror so complete it was almost a physical entity in the room. He just stared at me, broken. The nurse gently guided him out, his movements robotic, his eyes never leaving me, wide with a shock that was carving lines into his face. The door closed behind him, and I was left alone, trembling, more afraid than I had been when I first woke up.

She stood at the edge of the room, her face pale and twisted in shock. Whatever had just happened, it wasn’t good.

My hands tremble as I reach the driver's side, peering inside. To my horror, I recognize the face slumped against the steering wheel. It's someone I know, someone I never expected to see in this situation. Their features are familiar, but distorted by pain and shock. A rush of emotions—confusion, fear, disbelief—surges through me, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. The world seems to tilt, the reality of the situation almost too surreal to comprehend.

I hated that she was burdened with much worry, but I couldn't ease her worries because I was still in utter shock and I couldn't manage to respond to her anxious pleas as to how I was doing so I just stared back at her with eyes full of fear and horror. “What's wrong Layla? Please talk to me?” She looked like she’d been ridden with immense fear as she shook my shoulders lightly and begged for a response. “I... I... I just—” I stopped midway as waves of shock plummeted through my body and practically paralyzed me. I knew what I intended to say, but it was impossible to get the words out of my mouth with how shocked I still was by the image of myself I’d seen in the mirror. What in the moon go

She raised her face, her hand covered half of her face but I could see the shock on her face. She scurried away from the compound, her shock evident but she was not the only one shocked by what just happened. I was too.

Something inside that’s not paper. I shut the door. Lock it. Deadbolt it. Then I stand in the middle of the living room, just holding it. The way you hold something you don’t want to open because deep down you already know what’s inside. I sit. I rip the seal. It’s one photo. One printed still. From the video. The angle is brutal. It’s my face. Exposed. Mid-moan. Hands tied. Camera overhead. Jared has his face is cropped out. But mine? Mine is front and center.

I run a bath and sink into the tub, putting some lavender oils, and I have a flashback of the last time I used it how Brandon licked my hands, whispering I smell delicious. “Arghhh! Goddess, please, enough, okay!” The tears start to spill again, and I crossly scrub my face until it’s pale and red. I get out of the tub and stare at my face in the mirror above the sink. My eyes look bloodshot and hollow, my face so pale. “This is the face of shock and denial,” I mutter, turning away and slipping into a thick bathrobe. As I step into my room, I find Desmond and Shawn waiting. They approach me quickly, their faces filled with concern.

"I didn't hear the bedroom door open, how was work?" I was sure my face was like an overcast sky. She took one look at it and her mouth opened and closed, quite like a fish. I watched, a bit mesmerised, as a jaded look clouded her eyes. I had seen that look on her face before. It was the look of shock, of helplessness, of a deer that had been caught in the headlights of a car that was too close to it. This time I was ready. This time, I had ammo.

The camera lingered on her face as she screamed, shrieked, and gasped in pain. The video showed no explicit nudity, yet it horrified the entire hall. The woman in the footage had my face.

Everything was still the same, but bigger. The person next to me cleared his throat to get my attention. But as I turned to see. My face was filled with horror, and I saw this thing fear. In the image that greeted me, I could see myself dying of a heart attack. It isn't something I had imagined waking up to. Seeing my face, the creature in front of me hurried to say. “Oh, no! My lady, I'm so sorry, I understand. He ran his hand over his face, and instantly it changed shape -- now it was a male face, like mine