All that from a man who, it has now been all but confirmed, killed his wife. Talk about focusing on the speck in my eye instead of the log in his.
Yet that didn’t stop him from throwing in a bonus threat, like a baker’s dozenth in the night’s red flags.
Next time you receive instructions from me, you will follow them to the letter…
… or you might find yourself at the next gala wearing nothing at all.
I feel weak. I feel woozy. I feel very, very unwell.
And I think I know why.
It’s because despite all of it… despite all of that ghastly, nightmarish awfulness…
… when I think of Lukas Lazarev…
… I still get wet.
That’s how I know I’m as depraved as he is.
I stay on the roof until I can’t feel my face anymore. That’s nice, because it means I can’t feel my feelings anymore, either. It
