(Commission) Irina Blackwell, Ch. 6 Alternate Ending
Chapter 6: All for Naught The dread is palpable, a thing I can’t seem to push away. I chose this, didn’t I? I made a decision, and now I have to face the consequences. How could I be so fucking stupid as to think that Irina Blackwell, of all people, wouldn’t have some grand design in mind when she gave the choice to Maddie and I? ‘There’s nothing to worry over, honey,’ Irina says, patting my shoulder. ‘In the worst-case scenario, you’re just going to have to learn to enjoy my company. Would that really be so wrong?’ It might as well go in one ear and out the other, so difficult it is to process that notion. To consider this situation as anything other than an entirely hopeless failure of reasoning is to force myself to find the positives in a future whereby I, and Maddie, will inevitably succumb to Irina. Either that, or we hate our lives so badly that we throw them away. No more seventy-kay salary and likely the worst reference imaginable. For all of Irina’s b...