Molotov Issue 4

Kush led me into the bathroom on our wedding night. The white tiles and mirrors made me nervous.

Then I saw he’d already laid out a steel tray on the marble counter containing syringes, needles, ampoules and packs of dressings. The scalpel looked small and innocuous. My lip curled, revealing my teeth.

“Feral”

Kush mi ha condotto in bagno la prima notte di nozze. Le piastrelle bianche e gli specchi mi rendevano nervosa.
Poi ho visto che aveva già posato sul lavandino di marmo un vassoio d’acciai...