Christy's POV
For a moment, I genuinely forgot how to breathe.
My brain couldn't even process the scene properly at first, it felt like my eyes were glitching, rejecting what I was seeing because it didn't make any sense. Callie was on her knees, wearing my face, that disgusting skin mask… and Curtis stood over her like he was doing something holy instead of something completely deranged.
They both froze the moment the door swung open.
Callie yanked the mask off so fast that part of her hair got stuck under it. She stumbled backward, scrambling away from him like a kicked dog, her breathing loud and panicked. She didn't even look at me as shame had swallowed her whole.
RGHJShe placed the mask gently on top of the cabinet like she was handling fragile glass, then practically bolted out of the bathroom without meeting my eyes.
Only Curtis remained and he didn't look ashamed for being caught in such a disgusting act.
