The Mirror Room

“You walked me to the slaughter
With a smile upon your face”

With every step, the wooden floor screeched beneath my feet. It felt it felt as if, in any moment, it could swallow me underneath. The hallway was dark; a small light was coming from a room, far away. The light was reflected by the walls, all covered by mirrors.
The knife in my hand was shining dimly whenever the light reached it, so I kept it well hidden behind all the veils that covered my dress. I walked slowly, and the way to the opened room seemed like an eternity.
All reflections were distorted. In this game of make believe, even they lose any sense of reality. The images crawled deep into your soul, sometimes into your fears, sometimes into your mind, driving you insane.
The door was wide open. So was the window. Sensing my presence, he turned his body and eyes toward me. Dark, hungry eyes stared right through me. His figure was unchanged. I caught a glimpse of that crooked smile. There was nothing I could do as long as I was there.

- Are you afraid? He asked.
- No, you are the one who should be afraid, Dorian.

He stood a moment, looking at the mirror beside him. Unchanged.

- We shall talk in the bed chamber. Be off.

When his stare released me, I went out the door, to the stairway. Up the stairs, past the bed chambers, in the attic.

Sinking the blade deep into the canvas, I could hear the piercing screams, and the sound of glass, breaking.