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That was my last text and it met the same fate as its predecessors. Mia doesn’t know this yet, but she’s playing a dangerous game. The more I’m tempted, the more drastic the reaction.
Ignoring the rampant chaos around me, I open my Instagram app. Her profile appears on my home screen before I even attempt to search her name.
Usually, it’s Remi’s antics that greet me first. Looks like my algorithm has found me a new source of entertainment. It might also have to do with the fact that I’ve been checking her socials like a seasoned stalker.
The picture that appears on the feed is a carousel captionedThey Call Me Baby Satan.
The first one shows her staring down, wearing her brother’s yellow stitch mask. The look is enhanced by her tulle black dress, boots with chains slithered like snakes, and her platinum blonde hair that’s held in ribboned pigtails.
In the second picture, there’s no mask as she leans an elbow against Nikolai’s heavily tattooed naked shoulder while they both glare at the camera.
The third includes her and her flashy twin sister, who seems to be seducing the camera while Mia makes peace signs from the side.
The fourth is of the three of them, both girls hanging on Nikolai's arms.
In the fifth, she headlocks both Nikolai and Killian and laughs. Gareth is in the background, head thrown back in laughter. The image is blurry and seems to have been taken on a whim, probably by Maya.
I zoom in on the so-called Baby Satan, studying her free expression. I’ve never seen her laugh, not even during my admittedly limited stalking sessions. I wonder how she sounds when laughing.
She does gasp and groan when overwhelmed by pleasure. My fingers twitch in remembrance of her welcoming cunt swallowing me whole.
I suppose there are other sounds she can make, and I will pull them out one by one.
Seems that Eli and Ava are safe for the day because I prefer a much better target for my dose of mayhem.
12
MIA
My fear of the dark is a tale of missed opportunities and a different life whose ultimate development I’ll never know.
It tastes of bitterness and hollow emotions. It reeks of piss, vomit, and the promise of a horrifying death.
Despite having a determined, no-bullshit personality, I’m terrified of death. For me, death is the look in the monster’s eyes when he silenced me forever.
Death is living in the dark for eternity.
I’ve been holding on to life with broken fingernails and desperate, cracked hope, just to assure myself that I’m still alive.
And yet every night, when I’m alone in my room, the rancid breath of death rasps at the back of my neck to announce the presence of the monster. His groans and growls echo from the corner like a trapped animal that’s waiting for me to go to the bathroom so he can ambush me.
It’s why I don’t like being alone for long. One problem, though. I’m not exactly a social person. I don’t get off on nightlife or drunk crowds who are just ‘out to have fun.’ I’m never out to have fun. I’m usually out to survive.
That’s why I visit my brother and cousins, go out with them, or cling to poor Maya like an annoying second skin.
I did all of the above today, but none of it managed to push away the darkness of the night or scare the monster back into its hideous cave.
I ended up performing a thousand routines just so I’d be able to fall asleep peacefully.
It started with meditation and a foot bath to help blood circulation, and then it was playing online chess, followed by finishing my entire school project.
It’s one in the morning, and there’s no sign of drowsiness. Not that my method is bulletproof, but I can only hope that when I do fall asleep, I won’t have a nightmare about his hideous face.
I lie on my back and stare at the artificial stars adorning the ceiling. They’d look better in the dark, but I’d rather lock myself up in an asylum than turn off the lights at night.
My options are to toss and turn all night or go ruin Maya’s beauty sleep again. But considering I’ve been overdoing that the past week, I go with the former.
Flipping to my right, I retrieve my phone, and my finger hovers over Mom’s number, but then I think better of it and shake my head.
