Everything is a little hazy.
My body isn't responding properly and something is fiddling with my head and face.
Just when I become somewhat clear again I start to regret it and wish I would never have regained my consciousness.
I wake up to the greatest horror one could imagine.
"Screelksh..." (E)
I would scream more thoroughly, but the reason why I can't do so is the same which induced me to scream in the first place.
My mouth is covered and it stirs in my throat.
If I would just be gagged this wouldn't be half as bad.
I am completely through, unable to process this, while the past events already put a burden on my mental state.
But despite this terrible state of mine, there is one thought which comes clear, as a reaction of my very being revolting against what transpires here.
KYSKA!! PULL YOUR TONGUE OUT OF MY MOUTH!!!
As she becomes aware that I am awake she gladly moves her mouth away from mine while her tongue, which is disturbingly far longer than I ever thought, dislodges with an audible "slutsh"-sound from deep within my throat.
Staring at her with wide-open eyes I don't even know what to ask her.
In the end, it just amounts to:
(E)
(K)
Frantic I strobe my mouth and throat, on the out-, and inside, and sputter at Kyska what comes to my mind.
(E)
(K)
(E)
(K)
(E)
(E)
(F)
(F)
(E)
(F)
(E)
(F)
(E)
(F)
If she says it like that it truly sounds as if I would be neglecting my babies if I don't go.
I regain my composure and answer.
"Fine, you got me. I'm coming with you. But mostly because I would feel you might otherwise again get abducted." (E)
(F)
Mum has a smile on her face, accompanied by an obvious hint of mockery.
Dad says he stays to look for my brother and that he would make him breakfast when he wakes up, which worries me deeply.
I hope Suki will help him at that time since honestly, I trust the insect which was just introduced to the concept of cooking more in that regard than my father.
Kyska meanwhile accompanies me, along with the obligatory giant escort following some way behind me.
Now I just need to forget this wriggling feeling in my throat.
Everything is a little hazy.
My body isn't responding properly and something is fiddling with my head and face.
Just when I become somewhat clear again I start to regret it and wish I would never have regained my consciousness.
I wake up to the greatest horror one could imagine.
"Screelksh..." (E)
I would scream more thoroughly, but the reason why I can't do so is the same which induced me to scream in the first place.
My mouth is covered and it stirs in my throat.
If I would just be gagged this wouldn't be half as bad.
I am completely through, unable to process this, while the past events already put a burden on my mental state.
But despite this terrible state of mine, there is one thought which comes clear, as a reaction of my very being revolting against what transpires here.
KYSKA!! PULL YOUR TONGUE OUT OF MY MOUTH!!!
As she becomes aware that I am awake she gladly moves her mouth away from mine while her tongue, which is disturbingly far longer than I ever thought, dislodges with an audible "slutsh"-sound from deep within my throat.
Staring at her with wide-open eyes I don't even know what to ask her.
In the end, it just amounts to:
(E)
(K)
Frantic I strobe my mouth and throat, on the out-, and inside, and sputter at Kyska what comes to my mind.
(E)
(K)
(E)
(K)
(E)
(E)
(F)
(F)
(E)
(F)
(E)
(F)
(E)
(F)
If she says it like that it truly sounds as if I would be neglecting my babies if I don't go.
I regain my composure and answer.
"Fine, you got me. I'm coming with you. But mostly because I would feel you might otherwise again get abducted." (E)
(F)
Mum has a smile on her face, accompanied by an obvious hint of mockery.
Dad says he stays to look for my brother and that he would make him breakfast when he wakes up, which worries me deeply.
I hope Suki will help him at that time since honestly, I trust the insect which was just introduced to the concept of cooking more in that regard than my father.
Kyska meanwhile accompanies me, along with the obligatory giant escort following some way behind me.
Now I just need to forget this wriggling feeling in my throat.
