If people could witness the evil they harbour within their heart on the mirror instead of their appearance, they wouldn't touch another mirror for the rest of their life. __________________________________________________ He was a player. He fucked women for his amusement. He was the master of the game. And she? She was just an ugly, pitiful human being. She held the key to his much wanted victory. He will play her, make her fall for him and when she does; he will shatter her. This was a game he was sure to win. What could possibly go wrong?