From Across the Mirror Ch. 01 by HeadsHunter,HeadsHunter

She smiled brightly like she usually does.

But there was something about that smile, that I had seen countless times. that was different.

Something new, something unclean, something that wasn’t there three days ago, before I left, something that wasn’t even supposed to be there, and that I had no idea how to get out of there now.

I watched on, as they smiled at each other in that twisted complicity.

They stayed in their respective hiding spots until he started gathering his things, then each retreated to their rooms, not to emerge until morning.

What in the actual fuck was going on?

What was happening to my family?

I was just so shocked.

Was this equipment connected to a parallel dimension where my family was crazy?

Was I the one that had gone crazy?”

I just couldn’t distinguish what was what anymore.

And the raging boner inside the robe was just making things worse.

I had a boner watching my wife and youngest daughter peeping at my sister.

Remember how I said I couldn’t ejaculate anymore?

Turned out I had one last shot in the chamber.

That last one was different from any other time that I had jerked off.

At least, I don’t recall any other time before then, or ever since, that I had been crying while stroking myself.

I was a horrible excuse for a human being.

My family exhibited a side of them I was unaware of, a turbid and sinister one, and I found a twisted and obscure sense of delight as I bore witness to it.

Was it always there and I had just been blind?

That last one was the one haunting me the worst.

And so, I tormented myself to sleep, with my dick in my hand, and my tears falling from my eyes.

I had no idea, back then, that it was just the beginning.

My worries became my obsessions, and those, in turn, fed my perversions.

And perversions are like your muscles, the more you exercise them, the bigger they become.

Then, everything starts to change.

Your beliefs, your values, your hopes, your dreams, your fears, your joys, and everything else you can think of.

It all gets twisted and pulverized, time and time again, little by little, like the slowest meat grinder in the world.

Until you can no longer recognize the person staring at you, from across the mirror.

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