003. voice post

Sep 18, 2008 19:27

[ gasping and strained ]

This pressure. I know this feeling, I...this... is the same as--

...

[ snarling ]

YURINE. Thou art here, I feel thee. I feel thy fingers in my mind, I feel them clutching, I scent thy flesh.

Come here. Come here come here come here come to me, beloved, I will rip out thy heart from that breast and devour it.

I'll crush it in my hands as before, you traitorous harlot, come here to me.

[ a long silence. then... ]

Here, kitty kitty.
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