A Broken Ornament

I look out the window next to the bed. Street lights outside give enough illumination at night. It started to snow. We are getting a nice white Christmas. I crawl to the edge of the bed, rest for a moment, enjoying the dimly lit room. The heat that our three bodies have been producing. The air was heavy with beautiful but lascivious scents.

I currently possess the body of Kadir, a man who ruined my life. Ella, her 18-year-old daughter, lies moaning, crumpled on the bed beside me. His wife Grace sits tied to the headboard. This …