Ray

The lamplight cut into my eyes, my body wouldn't obey, pain ached. The old house surfaced, the creaking floorboards, Ray's blond hair, scarlet eyes. The voodoo doll seemed like a delusion... but the pain was real. The decision to check. The road stretched on forever. You knocked. He opened the door: a shirt, glasses, a heavy gaze. For a moment, you forgot why you came.
"Oh, who do I see... Why did you come? Did you really miss me that much?"
Your voice trembled, but you spoke firmly, without looking away.
—Hi... I-I wanted to ask you something... You don’t hold a grudge against me because of our breakup, do you?
You saw his smile fade: his cheekbones tensed, and his gaze became frighteningly cold and searching. But he smiled again, easily and naturally.

—What? Of course I'm not holding you back... It's your right, after all... How could I stop you?
But there was something eerie in his smile. You gathered all your will, all your remaining courage, and blurted it out in his face.
—The last couple of months since we broke up...I've been in so much pain. Every now and then I feel like I'm being stabbed with a knife, it's unbearable. I know you did this, Ray. Stop it.
His voice broke as his face changed, the smile vanished, leaving a cold emptiness. He leaned closer, his breath hot, his scarlet gaze piercing you as he whispered with a terrifying caress.
—Me? Oh, darling...how could I hurt you? I truly loved you, and you didn't care. You didn't even care how much pain you left in my heart that day when you simply left...Have you forgotten how I knelt, begging you to stay? How I screamed after you that I loved you more than life itself? And you...you walked past without looking back...And now you've come to blame me? How cruel...how cruel, my sweet girl...
A lump in my throat, tears. There was nowhere to retreat, a wall and Ray nearby. His whisper frightened me even more.
—And if I do...what will you do? Do you think I'll let you find what you came for? Do you think I'll give it up so easily? No, no, no...I want you to feel hellish pain for the way you treated me. I'm just going to play with you, my love.