Page 4 of Her Cruel One-Sided Love

Uh-oh.

I suddenly find myself wondering what I've gotten myself into. There's an exit sign just a few steps away from me, but since it's also labeledCOWARD'S WAY OUT—-

Pride keeps me from being a wimp, and I force myself to move forward to the first room, which is completely dark and empty except for the light bulb glowing inside a fortune-telling machine, and a bald man stares at me with eerily realistic eyes from behind the glass walls of its prison.

"Hello, stranger." Its voice is low and heavy, and more demonic than robotic. "I will ask you a question, and if you answer right, I shall let you pass unharmed. But if you answer wrong, a monster shall come and devour you. Do you agree?"

The cover on the machine's control panel slides open to reveal a wireless keyboard underneath, and it even comes with customizedYesandNobuttons that glow red in the dark.

I click'Yes',and Creepy Mr. Bald peels his mouth open with a smile that highlights the viciously sharp edges of his blood-stained teeth.

"Do you know of a 1972 movie that revolves around a Victorian gentleman's obsession in understanding the supernatural phenomenon that only seem to appear in photos of people on death's door? Please type your answer in twenty seconds."

I know this!

"You typed'The Asphyx.'That is correct. You may go...for now."

There's just a blackout curtain instead of a door that separates the next room from this, and I've only managed to slide it open a couple of inches when I see...something that immediately has my hands flying up to cover my face.

Oh.

Shit.

A part of me has always been incurably drawn to trouble, and it's that part which prevents me from simply squeezing my eyes shut...even when the spaces between my fingers just so happen to land on areas that allow me to see what I'm absolutely not supposed to see.

Is that Massimo Marchetti, fucking some girl against the wall?

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Panic attempts to takeover my senses, but lust swiftly spirals up to battle it for control.

The logical side of me wants to get the hell out of here fast, but the crazier side of me is insisting I stay and watch for as long as I can get away with it.

How can this be happening?

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