Ignominous (Day 8 Perfect Strangers-Jonas Blue)
He returned home after a long night of working hours as a night watcher in a chemical industry. Tired, he collapsed in his bed beside his girl still coiling in their bed.
“Goodmorning sugar pie, how are you doing today? Did you sleep well? there was a little incident that stressed out my night—come give me a long kiss on your sugar pie lips.”
She turned to him—and her eyes opened wide while a harsh cry came out from her mouth, she fell down from their bed.
“You ugly and ignominious monster, what are you doing here . . . where is he?”
He felt lost and panicked by the way she reacted.
“Sugar pie, what’s wrong, what is the matter with you?, it’s me, your salty pie, don’t you recognise me?”
She opened the drawer and took out a pair of scissors.
“Don’t you dare approach me, I will screw your face, now tell me where is he! what have you done to him? You ugly monster, look at you in the mirror . . . you horrible thing.”
He looked at himself in the mirror, and horror seized him, he stumbled and fall and cried.
“What became of my face, who was in this mirror? It’s not me, it’s not me sugar pie.”
She approached him as she realised that it was him being disfigured, she sat by his side and started crying with him.
“What happened to your face my salty pie? what has been done to you?”
Then flashes of the incident came flashing in his mind: a big jar of chemical substances falling down, he ran to see what happened, but a thick vaporous smoke filled the room, and he fainted . . .
“I will never be the same again my sugar pie, it’s better that you kill me with your scissors.”
He took the scissors and killed himself.
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