There was a stirring in her loins and she felt Dagon watching the scene through her eyes. I stood up, full of nervous energy and began to pace and speculate. Rebecca felt disgusted with herself but couldn’t stop the horrible urges washing over her. “That’s what they tell me,” she said. It pressed up to her face and she took it into her hands, kissing the tip affectionately, shoving her tongue into the large hole like a passionate French kiss. I squeezed her shoulder and said, “Why do you want to kill yourself over it?”
Her anger seemed to drain out of her, whether from the intimate contact or the direction of the conversation I don’t know. Dagon, or perhaps I should call you Queen Rebecca?” The man laughed hysterically, as if this were a clever joke. The creature went still, and Rebecca opened her eyes to look up at its face. It was then that I realized, the fact that his plan made no sense to me made that plan a sensible one for an Old One to have. Rebecca looked up at the ceiling and saw that the chains had not been treated kindly by the years in this damp, salty chamber.
