Chapter 49 Shattering Glass

• The silence became too piercing and too thick, and the quiet pressed against my ears. I can see twisted versions of myself in every mirror around me; some are crying, some are growling, and some are whispering lies that I've done my best not to believe. However, my attention remains fixed on the shadow version of myself, the one that seemed vile and alive.
• She leans closer, lips almost brushing mine as if she wants to consume me. “Say it,” she hisses. “I am nothing. I belong to you.”
• My knees shake. My lungs burn. Every part of me wants to collapse beneath the weight of her command, to end the torment and just give in. That would be easier. I’ve always been the one who bends, the one who suffers quietly.