For the most part, we have been left to our own devices. But we haven’t talked. We’ve barely moved. Most of the life in this hull is coming from me, and I’ve been dead for a very long time.
It’s taken him longer to come for payment than I had expected. He must be busy or not in the mood or just trying to make the anticipation last. But he will come. When he does, comes to collect his payment from each of us, will they be grateful? Will the untouched girl in the corner thank me for freeing her from her debt? No. He will come for her and I will stand between them, but I will never be her hero. It is then that she will discover that I am the monster.