103012 #eel She looked like a man with a hollow expression, severe, old fashioned clothes, a desperation reddening her eyes, I pointed directly, electrically across the space between us; the connection was formed, the direct conduit was live and real. I said I commend you for not giving up. Do you hear me? A little later, I didn't know for sure if I was talking to her or to me or to someone else altogether. She was by me, under my chest, half reclining. She turned tan, hollow, chitinous, a charred exoskeleton. I commend you for not giving up. But you have to listen to me. I can help you. She smiled a demon smile, her tongue flicked, I wanted to writhe and beg and hump and suck. Yes, I moaned, destroy my soul, as we kissed a desperate demonic kiss, and it turned literally to her shit in my mouth, my tongue was probing an insect anus of the demon that she was.