Once, it stopped, and the Queen thought perhaps the whole thing was over, but it didn’t let her rest long, turning her over so that she had to fight to hold her head up and avoid cutting her face on the broken glass. The Queen frowned. If you ever return, you’ll face the noose again.”
Once alone, the Queen returned to the mirror. The Queen’s hands moved lower and the Princess’ songlike moans encouraged her. The Queen landed hard. Then it stripped the remainder of its own garments and stood over her, legs apart, and that’s when the Queen saw that the Other was her double in every way except for one: a swollen cock dangled between its legs. She ignored him. That night the Queen slept in her stepdaughter’s arms, and it seemed that the Princess’ figure remained visible even when the Queen’s eyes closed, a vision that burned through the expanse of sleep, like a torch in the dark, leading the Queen on to some place she wouldn’t know even when she arrived.
