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Liam looks at his reflection in the mirror, staring into his own eyes, trying to see what’s inside. "Is this mirror cracked?"

“What the hell are you doing Liam?” He thinks to himself as he continues to stare into the mirror. “If you go and let go even a little you’ll kill her and not only kill her…You’ll do much…Much worse…”

Liam looks around the room; he is in a public toilet on the way back to Inverness. It reeks of piss and the walls are covered with graffiti, most of which is inviting the reader to all kinds of sexual decadence.

“Why did you agree to meet her? Why did you agree to hurt her? Why did you say you’d take her to her limits? You can’t control your own fucking limits!” Liam punches the mirror and it cracks under the weight of his blow.

“I knew this mirror was cracked…”