Obsession

La actuación de Inde Navarrette es la mejor actuación en una película de terror que he visto nunca The air was charged by the distant call of a nightbird. His face was obscured, but I knew he was looking at my chest, each side stretching, recently matured to different sizes. “Hansel, come lie with me, like the Old Woman taught us when we were children,” I said. He closed the door and leaned against it. “You’re not my wife, Gretel,” he said. “I am more than your wife. I’m your sister.” Hansel flinched and reached for the door handle. I knew he would not leave this place. He would relent and choose to be inside me like he had many nights before. If not, I would have fileted his meaty forearm, rolled it like a stick of licorice, and inserted his flesh between my legs. Hansel is my soul, my cud. “Brother, you will be inside me tonight.” I went to him at the wall and reached for his sharp shoulders. His eyes were on the door, but his hands grabbed my hips.