Butterfly Beach XIII: Captivity
A mockery of a woman, most decidedly feminine in feature, stood before me appraising me in silence. In return, I examined her as well, more curious, at the moment, than afraid, although I wasn’t entirely without fear. She would have once been regarded as beautiful, I surmised, despite that her features were somehow alien in cast – her single eye slanted and overly large, a lavender pupil filling the entirety and her fea...