Lyric
Mosquito
Lestat's Violin
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Post by Lyric on Mar 15, 2009 5:51:53 GMT -7
"WAKE UP!" her mind screamed at the excrutiating agony that shot through every nerve without remorse. Her mind watched in stunned disbelief as he defiled her hapless form. It was if mind and body had been severed, and now...now she was forced to witness every Hydian desire of his come to life.
The monkey and the weasel fought, The weasel's really feeble, The monkey punched him in the face, Pop! goes the weasel.
Helpless panic set into her drifting mind. No matter how much she screamed at her body. How she begged. How hard she pleaded. She was trapped. There was nothing she could do now but watch and die. Lyric was heading toward her end and she couldn't stop it.
Every time when I come home The monkey's on the table, Cracking nuts and eating spice Pop! goes the weasel.
The tears began to roll from the corners of her eyes as she lay against the blood and dew sopped ground. Paralysed to stop him as he took from her. Took organ after dead organ from the precious depths of her body. The pain was absolutely unending as he sliced deeper and deeper into her flesh. Cutting away what he fancied.
Her pain surged through her like a wildfire, decimating nerve endings without thought or consideration. How could she lay there? How could she let this man. This creature take from her? Steal from her, her own body. The pain began to melt away and gave way to rage. Rage like she'd never known before or since. She would not, could not let this...thing destroy her.
...and through it all, that infernal song echoed every where.
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