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[bitingnightmare]

Got a problem? Take a fucking number.

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[therippling]

Corinthian...

[bitingnightmare]

Ophelia.

[therippling]

You've been in my dreams again.

[bitingnightmare]

And they're very vivid.

[therippling]

Do you enjoy my dreams, Corinthian? Do you enjoy visiting me?

I'll think it's... what was it? Foreplay, at this rate.

[bitingnightmare]

I can't say I don't like my job.

No. You're a cunt and I'm a fag, remember?

[therippling]

I don't remember.

I tend to forget things that don't matter.

[bitingnightmare]

Careful, Ophelia, that almost sounds like you want to touch me in all sorts of places without my permission.

[therippling]

Oh, but I do

[bitingnightmare]

Keep talking. You might just get me up.

[therippling]

I'll start with your chest first. Blood is a beautiful color, don't you think? Rosy... and only from a body that's been ripped and torn to shreds.

I'll start there, and I'll cut and I'll cut until it's just that lovely color on my hands, and in my mouth.

Then I'll move down.

[bitingnightmare]

One problem, babe.

[therippling]

No problem, Corinthian.

[bitingnightmare]

Yes there is. What happens if I'm not made of flesh and blood?

[therippling]

Don't play with me.

I forget unimportant things. I didn't forget how you bleed. I've not forgotten the taste.

[bitingnightmare]

I can turn to sand, that wouldn't be fun.