What do you do, after looking into a mirror, if the eyes looking back aren't your own?
Jules and A.J. Wheaton are newlywed, settling together in Port Rose, a quaint and quiet bedroom community outside of Boston.
After purchasing an old mansion for the purpose of turning it into an art retreat, Jules discovers during renovations an antique vanity walled up in an upstairs bedroom.
Intriqued by the entries of a diary she finds in one of the vanity drawers, Jules unleashes an evil presence trapped in the mirror and waiting to possess her body and soul. Will reflections of the past win, or will her husband's love be strong enough to save her?
Was he only in the reflection of her mind, the mirror of her thoughts, or had Jules actually been touched and abused by Eleazar Montgomery?
She lay in terror now, waiting for Khandi to return with a cold glass of ginger ale, but the moments stretched on and on. She gripped the edge of the quilt and prayed Khandi would make it back before... before what?
“Before I must punish you again,” his deep voice broke the silence.
Jules found her own voice this time; shaky as it was she was able to speak. “Why are you punishing me? I’ve done nothing to you.”
“You are a woman,” Eleazar spat. “All women must be punished... and humiliated.”
“But why... for what reason?” Jules whispered, feeling the fear growing within.
Eleazar laughed wickedly. “I don’t need to explain a thing to you, bitch... but since I have had a lack of conversation for so long, it might be fun to watch you squirm with the pending dread of why such a fate will befall you.”
Jules sat up in bed, her eyes searching the room for him. “Where are you? Let me see you.”
Again Eleazar laughed. “Look within, Jules.”
The emotionless tone of his voice chilled her. With all the strength she could muster, Jules flipped the quilt aside and lowered her feet to the floor. Slowly she made her way to the door.
“You will die if you leave this room.” Eleazar’s voice grated harshly.
“And so will you,” Jules spat back.
Eleazar’s presence weighed heavily on Jules’s shoulder and what little energy she had was sucked from her. She collapsed to the floor in a heap.
“I have not answered your question, Jules.”
Jules looked up at the mirror, into his glowing eyes... eyes that were saturated with hate and anger. She gasped in horror, her erratic pulse beating in her ears. “Let me go,” she whispered.
“I cannot, Jules.”
Jules watched a mock smile spread across his face. “Why do you hate women?”
The smile turned into a leer. “They are all weak, troublesome and need to be punished and humiliated.”
Jules could feel the blood siphon from her face. She must hold on to consciousness. It was the only way he couldn’t take her completely over. She inhaled sharply. “But I’ve done nothing to you.”
Slowly Eleazar pushed himself from the looking glass. “None of you are any good -- sisters in lies, manipulation, and selfishness -- leaving your children to endure the harsh resentments of retribution.”
Perhaps Jules’s way out was to reason with him. “Whose retribution did you suffer?”
Eleazar could feel his blood rushing through his veins. He beamed with satisfaction. It was happening; he was solidifying by feeding off her warmth.
Jules slumped, growing weaker. “Whose retribution?” she asked again.
“My father’s,” Eleazar snapped.
“Why did he hurt you?”
Eleazar pushed his torso through the mirror. “He took out on me what my mother had done... the horror she brought to the family: my twin brother’s death, her mental illness. She shamed my father, broke his spirit, and he in turn broke mine.”
“How... how did he hurt you?”
Eleazar’s hatred burned in his heart at the thought of his childhood. “He beat me, humiliated me... as I will do to you.” He pushed himself free of the vanity and stood looking down at her.
“No, you’re not really here,” Jules cried. “You’re all in my head, and I command you to go.”
Eleazar threw his head back and laughed, his sardonic mirth echoing within the room. “I am very much here, and I shall prove it to you.” He bent down and picked her up, carried her over to the bed, and placed her face down. With one sweep, he ripped the nightgown off her.
“No, please,” Jules begged, embarrassment and fear rising to choke her.
“Quite humiliating to be stripped of your clothing, is it not?” Eleazar taunted. “Someone else’s eyes looking at your private parts, poking you with their fingers, making you feel dirty and small.” He pinched her buttocks. “You could use to lose some weight, honey,” Eleazar mused. “It is not a wonder your husband is ashamed to be with you.”
Jules brought both her hands behind her, trying her best to cover her nakedness.
Eleazar pushed them roughly aside. “My, my, you must like the sweets. You are just a little pig, eating everything in sight.” He pinched her sides, digging his nails deep into her flesh. “You are plump all the way around, definitely not healthy.”
Hot tears spilled from Jules’s eyes. “My husband isn’t ashamed of me.”
“What’s more is that you should be ashamed of yourself, little pig,” Eleazar teased.
“Stop! Stop calling me that!”
Eleazar gave a sinister chuckle. “Well, I cannot help it if I speak the truth. Your lack of control is so unladylike. Were you taught nothing about manners?”
“You freaking bastard, get away from me!” Jules shouted with every ounce of strength left in her.
For a moment Eleazar was taken back by her outburst. She should be a sniveling wretch at this point, ready and willing for him to take over. A blast of anger ripped through him and he rained down upon her a torrent of cruel words. “You are an ugly, disgusting, pathetic piece of fat flesh... no man would want you! And I can see just talking will never teach you to stop being such a disappointment.”
“No, no, I’m not a disappointment -- what you’re saying isn’t true.”
“It is time for severe punishment, my dear. One you should have been doled as a child. If you received a spanking every time you stuffed your face perhaps you wouldn’t be the fat pig you are now.” He gave her behind a slap. “No, you are beyond any further talk.”
“You keep your filthy hands off me, you creep!” Jules shouted.
“Here, here,” Eleazar’s tone mocked her. “Is that any way to talk to your mentor, the one who will mold you... eventually become you? Every breath you take, every move you make, will be through me. And when I am in control, I can guarantee you I will have much more willpower than obviously you’ve ever had.” Eleazar threw back his head and laughed with wicked pleasure. This was turning out to be more fun than he had anticipated. “Why, you should thank me. When I am at the helm, your body will thrive much better.” He pinched the flesh at her sides. “I will get rid of this blubber within a week.” Eleazar chuckled deep in his throat. “Too bad you will not be around to see how good you will look.”
“You give yourself entirely too much credit,” Jules spat.
“Is that so?” Eleazar slapped her naked bottom harder. “Well, you are the one lying face down and helpless, your fat bared backside in full view to my eyes, at the mercy of whatever discipline I chose to give... not the other way around. So I would say I should be able to take all the credit... all the control. You are now going to get the beating you deserve, little pig.”
Harder and faster his hand came down across her bottom. With every blow he derived satisfaction; grew stronger and stronger. A long-awaited pleasure surged through him as he witnessed the round, alabaster cheeks turn bright red.
The pain ripped through Jules’s insides, rage stabbing at her heart. She struggled to stay conscious in spite of the horror and humiliation. In no time his abuse left her tender flesh raw and burning. Jules couldn’t control her cries any longer. Pain and shame ripped forth from her throat.
“Help me.” She sobbed uncontrollably. “Please, someone, help me.”
