The customer, in great anticipation, began to strip off his clothes as the manager and I walked away from the altar. I couldn’t ever stand to watch, though the manager tended to if the customer was short on funds. This customer had paid more than enough for his privacy.

When we got up the stairs, the manager looked at me. “Want your half now?”

I shook my head and strolled towards the back closet. When I got inside, I slammed the door shut and dropped onto my knees, casually tossing the axe into the corner. Slowly unhinging my mask, I stared at its emotionless face, covered in new driplets of blood. I dropped it onto the floor and shoved my face into my palms.

“The last time,” I promised again. “The last time…”