He attempts to swallow the tirade of spit and phlegm that sticks in his throat once again, only this time violently coughing as it grips his throat even fiercer, desperately he looks up at her with blood shot eyes, which only causes her smile to grow grander.
“Look at you,” she says with salty words, each dripping with an elixir of spite and arrogance. “How the mighty have fallen,” she hisses as she grips his jaw and pulls him effortlessly to his feet, pirouetting around on the concrete floor in her roller-skates. She stares at him proudly as they spin, then kisses him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Like a hand searching for a lost item behind the couch, her tongue wraps itself around the ball of mucus that has attached itself to his throat and pulls it free. As she draws herself away, she leaves a spiderweb like trail of spit hanging between them, then smiles broadly, displaying a green jewel that was hiding within the mucus between her teeth, and as he drops to the floor she gently spits it into her hand.
He takes desperate breath, after desperate breath, gasping as if every one was to be his last.
“Back in the days before civilization, one such as you would’ve had your hands and your balls cut from your body.” she says as her eyes look over the jewel and down to him. “What words do you have for me child? What reasons do you have for stealing from my house?” she growls as she slowly begins to circle him like a shark does its prey. “Tell me why you dared to kidnap one of my children?”
“Y-Y-Your children? I-I-I, I don’t k-k-know anything a-a-about your ki-kids. I-I-I, I needed th-the money, and I was promised a-a-a small f-f-fortune fo-for one of th-those jewels, n-n-no one said any-anything about ki-ki-kidnapping KIDS! I-I-I, I didn’t t-t-touch your kids.”
The smile widens on her face, and her eyes glisten brightly as she slowly glides around the room bathed in its neon glow. “A tool is only as good as the user who uses it, and you have been used poorly Duncan. NOW stop your games and face me without this pathetic shell! Face ME like someone proud of their heritage, and not hiding in a snivelling animal that is about to DIE!”
His face twists, and his teeth are bared in aggressive fashion. “I AM NO SNIVELLING ANIMAL WENCH, I WILL BE YOUR UNDOING!” he screams in a voice not his own.
She slides to a grinding stop and grins broadly. “Welcome to the game, I was wondering when you were going to show yourself.”
His brow furrows and a pulsating twitch cascades across his face. “I-I-I, I don’t know what you mea-mean, s-so stop playing these STUPID games with me and tell me WHAT the FUCK is going ON!”
“You don’t know he’s in there, do you? He’s a passenger, riding along beneath your flesh like a stowaway would within the bowels of a ship, hiding himself why you risk all to do his bidding.”
“W-W-What the fuck are you talking a-a-about WOMAN! Y-Y-Your no-not making sense.”
“Yes I am, and you are starting to realise that aren’t you? Suddenly all the weird dreams, the lost moments in time, the talking to yourself that has been taking place, its making sense. All these things you thought were adverse reactions from the lack of drugs you’ve had in your body, are not uncountable moments, but signs of a traveller riding inside you, a spirit possessing the very flesh you so pathetically worship. Lay bare your sins and face me without the face of another!” she bellows, as a sword appears in her hand, and she quickly removes Duncan’s head from his shoulders. Wave after wave of blood spurts ever upwards, showering her in a red rain until he drops to the ground silent, and the beast stares back at her with pools of black in place of his eyes.
“You’ve seen through my meat suit, but you w….” his words are cut short as she drives the blade into the beast’s chest.
“I am no wench, I am a mother protecting her children! What are you?” she hisses as he melts away in a pile of ash.
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