Only people with surgically corrected vision would understand how truly liberating this is. Slowly it ascends, finding a place next to the chest of dresses, the rock rumbling and scraping against the cave wall. XXX The back of my heel slams against the rocky stool at my dresser an I’m cornered, unable to move away from the demon that stalks ever closer. The terrified demon dodges them in a sick game of tag, narrowly avoiding being crushed by the large boulders or impaled by falling stalactites. Then I’ll have my freedom, away from this wretched, volcanic prison and its gorgeous demonic warden. Sitting up again only when I hear the shard clatter harmlessly on the floor, I examine the damaged comb.
