25 February 2012
Hansel eats like a good little boy, shoving fist fulls into his mouth every second. I smile, obviously delighted and make him some more food. My black braid is falling out, so I go to the bathroom to straighten it out. My eyes are turning red, my lips are beaming their natural color, and my hair is no longer hair. "Shit." I say in a deep hollow whisper. The whisps of tentacles flowing from my head would scare my meal away, I can't risk that. I turn my black locks back into presentable hair. My lips get softened, and whiten my eyes. Perfect. I may look beautiful, too bad it won't last. There's no room for beauty in my life, unless it works along with luring the stupid children to my house. I step back in to the kitchen, a hickory smell floats through the air, and shoves itself into my nose. Disgusting warmth fills the room, it's torture to pretend that this is how the house is supposed to be. And just like I expected Hansel is still tossing food into his mouth, putting on pounds every minute. Perfect.
Hansel And Gretel 5 • Opuss № I