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It's Mr Sinister when he was a teenager, and while he does look a lot younger and skinnier, it hurts to see that his eyes even at that age can be so heart-wrenchingly empty

My guts tell o downhill from here, but that turns out to be an understateers to hit Play

The video turns out to be nothing but a seven-second clip

Because that's all it takes

Seven seconds

Just seven seconds for a teenage Mr Sinister to cut the other ers offonebyone

I'M STILL CRYING AND throwing up in the en-suite when I hear the thud of footsteps He shows up by the doorway a moment later, and I justsnap

I lunge for the door, wanting to shut him out, but of course he's too fast forI know he's thrownof bones I scream, kick, and beat his back with my fists but this, too, is no use

He throws , powerful body already hashim away, but this only makes it easier for him to catch my wrists and hold them over my head

"Struggle one more time," he warns, "and—-"

"And you'll what?" I choke out "Are you going to cutthe wordsagain inside of my mind, and my heart starts to shrivel "How can you do that—-"

"Because back then, I was a fool, and so I thought it was the right thing to do"

God, hoant to spit on him, just to let hi else but lies

"Do you really expect me," I ask brokenly, "to believe that anyone would believe soht?"

"I do"

"Then you must think I'm an idiot," I retort

"I don't, but it wouldn't matter if you were You didn't ever think I kidnapped you for your brains, did you?"

He says the last bit so, so s at him in open-mouthed shock Is that supposed to be a joke or did he really just go there?

Mr Sinister's lips tighten "It was a joke"

Oh my God

"You're crazy," I whisper "You really are crazy—-"