My heart is beating as if I’d just run. I’m not like her. I can’t be. But I am. He really is the most handsome man I have ever seen. I was too focused on the task at hand before to have paid much attention to my own thoughts, but like Victoria, one look into those mischievously vulnerable eyes and I was lost. Closing my eyes, I am filled with disgust. I could never become so drunk on him as Victoria had, could I? So wound up in my passion and lust that I forced him to remain with me against his will? That I hurt him just to be with him? I’m yanked out of my mind as he pulls my hand up to his chest and envelops it in both of his, hugging it. I can feel his heart slowly beating. His heart that still belongs to her. The woman who is doing exactly what she said she would – trapping him inside of her to keep forever. My guts wrench and for a moment I worry I’ll be sick. Of all my thoughts and theories about the corpse, I never once thought that we could be similar.
