It was
simple, really, what I had to do.
The only way to get out of
the game was to bring others into it. I lied with a smile as I described what would be happening, and coaxed her into it with
saccharine sweetness. I had no choice, I kept reminding myself. It was either this, or a lifetime of pain beyond anything I had ever known.
And when she realized what was happening,
I did not flinch at her screams.
...
Scars.
I looked upon my collapsed chest with something akin to
sadness, although I cannot say exactly what it was. The rings of scars that circled my torso were made insignificant by the bloodless gouges under my nipples.
This was only the beginning, I reminded myself. I had my whole life ahead of me.