Her expression said it all, if you understood what you were looking at. It told the story of what had happened to her, how long it had been, and what she had desired more than anything else in this world.
All you had to do was look and see. But when you looked, that wasn’t what you saw, was it?
Sure, you saw the empty eyes, before your eyes locked onto her chest. If you looked up from her breasts for long enough, I’m sure you saw her expressionless face … before your eyes dropped back down to admire her chest.
But did you take in how utterly empty she was? Did you stare deep into her eyes, and see only the void staring right back at you? Did you notice how completely smooth her facial expression was, as if she’s never known anything but perfect blankness?
Maybe you did see all that. Maybe you understood exactly what you were looking at. Maybe because it’s the future you crave for yourself.
Isn’t it?