[ he is somehow immaculate in this, polished even while he dismembers and handles limbs with care. there is an ironic intimacy in this, perhaps moreso than in the moment she had held a gun on him. the baring of the self holds more sensuality than the baring of the body. she suddenly feels as though she could just as easily be standing there naked, exposed.
she braces her hands against the edges of the sink and looks at him in the mirror. ]
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she braces her hands against the edges of the sink and looks at him in the mirror. ]
A man that I never truly knew until this moment.