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Sunday, October 01, 2006
From my brain to your screen, via the dancing magic of nimble fingers, an answer to Red Right Hand’s challenge:
How does it end?
Frank is whimpering now.
We eats him.
No, no, this isn’t right. It’s...
Rachel grasps his jaw, shutting him up.
She forces open his mouth, he’s absolutely paralysed with terror.
She reaches into his mouth and rips out his tongue.
She releases Frank.
Frank falls to the floor and starts to crawl towards the door.
Before he can make it across the room, she steps on him.
Frank looks up at her, pleading.
She licks the bloody end of his severed tongue, pops it in her mouth, and chews.
Eventually she swallows it.
She turns to Ilem.
Time to hunt. You’d better divide.
She drops to her knees, straddles Frank. Turns his head toward Ilem.
Ilem becomes hazy, blurred, out of focus. There seem to be two of him standing where there was one.
His two faces peel apart, his whole body splits into two, each with two faces.
My special little pet.
Rachel strokes Frank's cheek, leaning closer.