gleams, wet with his saliva, all traces of skin and fat and flesh gone. “If you still want it, you can have it,” he says playfully. “I even cleaned it for you.” I shudder. Sweat drips down my back. You want it. You want it so badly. I move my mouth, but my voice doesn’t work.
oh this was worse than the first fish eye. but worse I mean more unsettling.
