Secret

“It stood over her, the avatar of Robert having faded into a twisted glossy black insectoid. Its crimson bulging eyes trailing over her form outlined beneath the comforter.

That unpleasant feeling of shame has returned. But the uncomfortable feeling was the price for shielding her from the truth. A truth It couldn’t bear for her to know. It had once again been careless in letting her see too much. But It did what was necessary, despite the discomfort of doing so.

It wished It could reveal Itself to her, but her reaction would be unpredictable. Not a risk It can take. She would be repulsed, as evidenced by the fear and disgust It saw in her eyes when she saw It feeding.

As she shifts in her sleep, rolling over, It runs a praying mantis-like limb along her ear and down her mane. It then sees the gun sitting out in the open. Lifting it, It places it back in its place, growling as It catches a fleeting glimpse of the turtle carving before shutting the drawer.

It twists Its body and con