She was carried off into the night on a strange trip during which she lay in the arms of a beast and dozed like a child, for though she was terrified she was also exhausted. “What have your sessions with Doctor Waite been like?” I asked. When the door caved in the widow shrieked and ran up the steps. Both women were silently crying in front of the couch, held there on their knees by beast as the sounds of wet slurps, gagging, and sometimes flesh slapping their faces filled the room. She looked at me with concern now, seeing my expression of horror. She tells me that at first she had no intention of shooting at them. Her chest heaved and she gasped for air, then vomited and passed out in the puddle of cum she had thrown up. Rebecca heard the Chinese woman scream and after looking at her and seeing her gaze she looked to the water.
