"If you do not want to be the victim then simply become the monster"
When I asked him why, that was his response. Those women were apparently victims but in his eyes they were the very monsters whom made him this way. He stopped being the victim...
I guess I outdid myself but after yesterday I feel like I had to make it up to him and once again regain his trust.
I greeted Boris and stepped inside.
My hand trembled a little as I opened the door into his room.
He was humming a tune.
"Ms. Slayer, I wasn't expecting you" He said.
"May I-"
"Proceed" he said.
I entered and the heavy door closed behind me.
He was sketching with a piece of coal on his canvas.
He set down the piece of coal and dusted his hands off.
"Do you think nudity is something we should be ashamed of?" He asked.
"Yes. It's shameful and embarrassing" I said.
"No." He shook his head. "Nudity should be embraced. When we are naked, we are in our most vulnerable state...we are afraid of feeling vulnerable. For someone to see us...to judge us"
He stood up, revealing his sketch.
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"Women are vulnerable are they not?" He asked.
I looked away from his drawing.
"Are you offended by this image?"
"No. It's just...embarrassing" I said.
"Look at her." He said.
I looked up again, feeling my cheeks warm.
I knew I was blushing.
"What do you see?" He asked.
"I see a naked woman?" I answered.
"Can you see past her nudity? Look at her expression. Her form" He said.
"She looks...lonely" I said. "Sad and is surrounded by darkness"
"What else?" He asked.
"Distressed. Like she doesn't know what to do maybe her lover left her and he told her he never truly loved her." I said.
"Does she resemble anything?"
I nodded.
"She resembles me...Naked is vulnerability as you described it. Just her and her thoughts. Alone with only the darkness surrounding her. She can only comfort herself because there is no one else" I said.
