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.