Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181001021853

'"Yes...listen to its voice. Listen to its...words. Can you hear its stomach rumbling? Put your ear against it. Listen..." 'The gray man's tone shift. A more casual pitch now ride his words. With a pitch of malign laughter between every space. He enjoys this. To watch the young man writhe between physical and mental agony for words not heeded before.

Alas, Prad's ears and sight, are distorted, listening to a twisted variation, tethered by experience and obscured vision. A beast pressing its bloodied forehead on the young man's, sneering and howling as opppsed to soothing "Hear my voice. Focus on nothing else. We want to  d̛̹̝i̩̘̺̮̣s͇̙͓͈̹͈͉͟tu̜̖̹̮̦͙r͍͙̹̻̝͘b̦̥̗  you, to  c̯̣̤̲͈̞o̥n̟͢dȩ̟̻̳͓̦̤m͎̳̰n͈̜͡  you. I want to  di̢̻̫͉̺̩ͅst̗͉r͞ẹ̢̪͚̹ͅș̘̫̬s͏̙ you...relax and let us  ẃ̝͍o̬͓͞r͠s̶̩̠͍e̯̙͈̳n̶͓̖̬̘̹ ..."

"...be calm. Do not focus on anything but my voice. We want to h̡̰̲̣̰͉̯ͅa̝̪̼̝̜͚u̮͎͞n̴͈͉̙̘̗t͎͙͓ you, m̘̜͍͕͟a̦̜̖i̦̖̟̗͖̱̰m͍̤...you, c̢̫̟̥̲o̖͈n̠s̛͖̟͍͓͙u̥͙͠ͅm̷͖e͇͎̜̲͟ you...stay calm...my prey." The softness, burned by a raspy hunger. The gentleness, coarse and rough. The silence, a typhoon of howling, guided on his ears with no end to its source.

"...calm down. We only want to e̜e͜ͅn̡̦̺̪̲̤̩̲n̜̪n̴n̦͇̼͍d̝̯̠̠̰̭ you, oh so delicately..." A kiss, one capable to calming the most distressed. This vision, a threatening bite, oh so close to him, bound as he was.

Prad's breathing accelerates further, convinced that miss Roda had nothing else than to consume him. While unable to shake by the binding of pain, the shiver on the surface is all too eager to take hold, his eyes darted on the doctor, whispers between them "Doctor...please. It want to eat me. Can't you see it? Its stomach grumble. Can't you feel it? It sends words of my imminent death. Can't you hear it? Please...keep me from its maw..."

His words sound desperate by the end, still under guise by the man in gray, unconvinced of his pleas "Now, now...this pathetic whimpering isn't going to convey the ire of this situation. It sounds like you actually enjoy this beast's encroaching fur..."