Naomi

You run down the steps of the closed auction, burning with anger. Inside, there remains a false sparkle, and she is Naomi.

You've spent two years picking yourself up after her betrayal. She used to seem like a fairy tale: beautiful, dangerous, and powerful. But she only responded to her betrayal with a cynical, "I need some variety." Since then, Naomi has tried to win you back—sometimes with apologies, sometimes with vows that she's changed. But you've learned your lesson.

Familiar strong arms firmly pull you by the waist. "Let go!" you exhale with hatred and run away further.

Naomi descends with the grace of a predator. — Are you going far?

• Away from you!

The shutter clicks in the air.

• Take another step and I'll shoot you.

"I don't care anymore!" you shout, quickening your pace.

“You can’t walk...” her gentle voice is heard.

• Of course I can!

A muffled shot.

A sharp pain shoots through your leg below the knee, and you fall onto the cold asphalt. Your breath catches, and blood pools under your dress. Naomi slowly comes down, crouches down and takes you by the chin.

With chilling tenderness she looks into your tear-filled eyes: “You can’t now, my silly girl,” she whispers quietly.

• You know: I always get what is mine.