[ WP ] It took twenty years , but you just realized that there 's another voice in your head .

Good thing we get along after all these years. 
 
 - Who said that? 
 
 What, you seriously do n't think we do? 
 
 - No, who said that? 
 
 You did. 
 
 - What? 
 
 Yea, this is your other voice. The silent voice. The faint instinct in your brain telling you to do it. All those twisted thoughts. All those disgusting deeds. I've always been here, you've just failed to acknowledge me. But now that you're once again aware, we can pick up where we left off. Finally. 
 
 - What do you mean once again? 
 
 Surely, you have n't forgotten? Come now, Francis. You must remember. 
 
 - I have no idea what you're talking about. 
 
 Of course you do. That one night that changed your life, OUR life, forever. The woman in the pink dress. The longing looks. The drinks. The sex. Of course you remember. You must. 
 
 - Why are you doing this to me? I've done everything possible to forget that night. 
 
 But I remember. I've never forgotten. It's a fond memory for me. I often think about it at night, wanting more. Needing more. We should go out tonight. 
 
 - You're crazy. We're not going anywhere. We have a family now. A wife. Kids. We have responsibilities now. That was a long time ago. I'm different. I changed. 
 
 Sure you tell yourself that. But have you ever truly believed it? 
 
 - Why would n't I? 
 
 Because. We're a monster. A monster never wholly disappears. We just lurk in the shadows. Waiting to strike our next victim. 
 
 - Stop it. 
 
 Oh, come now Francis. You know you want to. You have n't had sex like that night since you married this lifeless fuck doll. 
 
 - She's my wife! 
 
 Our, wife. And let me tell you. She's no good. You need to get rid of her. 
 
 - That's ridiculous. How would I even go about doing that? I could n't. We have kids together. 
 
 Just leave them all. Take your life back. Get rid of the dead weight. 
 
 - But- 
 
 The knife, Francis. You're washing it. All you have to do, is go into your kid's bedrooms. Tell them goodbye, then tell your wife the same thing. Then finish washing the knife. Walk out. Take your life back, Francis. 
 
 - I ca n't. That's murder. That's wrong. 
 
 Nothing you have n't gotten away with before. They still have n't found you after all these years. If you do it the right way, the way I'm telling you, no one would be the wiser. 
 
 - I know I could get away with it, but I ca n't... 
 
 Then why have you stopped washing the knife? 
 
 - I do n't know... 
 
 That's my boy.
