The Mask of the Enchantress
I am trapped. I am caught in a web, and it is small comfort to me that that web is of my own weaving. When I think of the magnitude of what I have done I am overcome by a numb terror. I have behaved in a wicked manner, I know, perhaps a criminal manner; and every morning I wake there is a heavy cloud over me, and I ask myself what fresh disaster is in store for me this day.