To Love A Monster
The orchestra plays and I catch a glimpse of Mira watching from the bar, her expression hard.
"There is the happy couple."
I turn my head to see Sly coming toward us, his mask on top of his head, face giving away nothing.
"I've been waiting all night for my turn," he says, taking me from Cielo, straightening my mask and arranging me to dance as I try to remain upright.
"I... I need..." I'm going to be sick. God. He's talking, making some comment to another couple, before moving us deeper into the crowd.
"Poise, my dear. Hold your head up. Look at me." When I don't, he tugs on my hair and I whimper. "I said look at me."
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