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Liam comes crashing into the Hollow, rushing into the single room, roughly hewn from the hedge; its cold air gently eases itself around him. Unsure what to feel as he quickly crosses the room to the moss bed; he flits between self-pity, anger and fear as he flops down onto the softness of the moss.

He quickly curls around himself as he instinctually twists into the foetal position, grabbing his head with both hands to try and block out as much sensory input as possible.

His mind flicks back to the gathering; Snaggle blasting him with abuse comes to his mind first. He rocks back and forth as the darkness inside him twists the memory into something more horrific; Snaggle’s throat is slit open from ear to ear and I am dancing in his blood; all the while She looks on mocking me.

Next comes Rosalba; sweet and innocent as she clenches and unclenches her fists again the darkness twists her into a nightmare, fucking her with a knife as I stare into her eyes; all the while She looks on mocking me.

The nightmare twists into Alex Sun; weak and fragile; someone the Fae and their servants would exploit. He can hear her screams as he peels the hide from her body; laughing as he wears it as a cloak; all the while She looks on mocking me.

Finally the thing inside Liam twists his memory of Nyght-Star…She walks away and doesn’t look back. But that’s what really happened, Liam thinks to himself…

All the while She looks on mocking me.

NO MORE!

Liam sits up and begins to tug at the mask that’s been his face for so long, ramming his nails under the edges of it, slicing into his skin as he tugs…

I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!

Liam isn’t sure if he means Her or himself.

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