Game: Layers Of Fear

I'm sorry. I'll take care of it. Today will be just you and me. Let's make this day special.
YOU PROMISED!

I'm sorry. I'll take care of it. Today will be just you and me. Let's make this day special.
YOU PROMISED!

Hope is the mind killer.

Ugly? Ugly?! You ordered "true" portrait, so I drew fucking pleaca! Maybe I should get it through your thick head with a bit of artistic taste?

May 23.
As two people who once loved each other to madness, may become so strange? My husband stopped to talk to me. He sits in his Studio, diligently practicing one bad picture after another. He even goes to sleep with me. I think I disgust him.
The look he gave me the other day...
Pathetic, painful look...
A mixture of shame, guilt and disgust. I realized that in the eyes of my husband I became a monster...
This... should Not feel any woman.
I have to be a good wife, so I have no choice but to fulfill his fantasy.
If he thinks I'm a monster, well, so be it.

Can't see you in this state! You're sick! You're sweating and shaking all night. And now look where it brought you:
- Locked up in the Studio, as always. Stop this nonsense about the "tortured artist"!

I needed the Bank and... and plastic tube.
I drained the air - I knew how to do it.
I put a tube in a vein and began to suck the air as long as the mouth is not flowed the blood.
Then I put the tube in the jar, and the blood flowed into it.
All night I felt in my mouth taste of copper.
Why didn't I think about syringe?!

Take a deep breath.
Remember.
You're a professional.
The first few strokes.
Then you can get stinking drunk.
How hard can it be?

First, search for the Unusual canvas... the canvas.
And I had to find a knife. Not the one who cut the bread. What was needed was sharp as a razor.
So I finally took a razor. And then... Carefully cut off the skin.
Drinking helped relieve the tremors in his hand.

The first step is the most difficult.

Each error - pitfall.

Why so long?! Open the damn door!
Come on! Open up!
What the hell... Oh, God... no, no, NO!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! NO!

Had to show someone.
I couldn't just look at your own work.
The artist and his creation needs an audience. Critical view.
I knew what to do.
Fell. Scooped out like ice cream.
I like the butcher. Monster.
But at least this dirt has turned out something beautiful.