( her hand moves back up, abruptly called out, scraping her lower teeth across the pad of her middle finger, tasting the guilty essence of herself. )

I thought about it. I thought ... ( she twists in the mirror's reflection again, watching herself at all angles. theoretically pretending like she isn't imagining danny playing with his sister's unconscious body. there's a psychological fact that your mind will sexualize its biggest traumas on something like a survival instinct — parisa imagines that's what it is, imagining a brother fucking a sister, a real thing of nightmares. ) I thought I'd walk into the bathroom and watch myself listening to this, and maybe I'd find something disgusted in my expression. Or at least something normal.

( thoughtful pause. then, ) I've already been killed twice. Want to hear about it?