"Peeetuhhh ... "
Her voice, calling me.
More sounds, like someone wriggling their fingers in a gigantic bag of crisps.
I back away from the terrifying noise and the shining, writhy mass crawling towards me.
I've never laughed like this before. It's a sickly choking gasp - like hers that night.
A thin crack in the roof permits moonlight and displays a new abomination.
A fine, beautiful nose, propelled on tapping legs criss crosses the floor, its nostrils twitching to my scent.
But how can it function without a diaphragm, lungs, so on and so forth and what have you? I'd put them in bags and buried them. It doesn't make any ...
you fill up my senses ...
I kept changing tense as her voice grows loudlier. I was started to losing it/they.
Then I back up against a long bench the likes of which I'll not forget recently. And who would blame me?
Her voice sounded closer in the confusion of my mind. I recalled her imploring face and most of all her mouth which now slides into view over my wrist.
It totters slightly, the thicker lower lip threatening to over balance those inadequate looking legs.
I cry out as her accusing eyes skip lightly up my thighs and an ear appeared to hear me from the floor.
I feel pressure on my hands where hers straddle my wrists, clamping them to the bench.
Settling on my cheek now, she whispers "come fill me again" and rows of pulled teeth ready themselves behind her lips
