I could you know, smell her cunt. Perfectly natural I assure you, and reflecting no lack of hygiene on her part. Honey in the lion, indeed. Such a delicous, young creature, on her quest to the Minotaur. Yes, my sense of smell tells me a great deal about the world outside my lair. Once I quite unnerved Dr. Chilton by asking him if his calamari had been prepared to his satisfaction. Barney informed me later he had dined on such not that day, but a week ago. Not that I am by any means going to affirm the thoroughness of Dr. Chilton's personal practices. I am not.
Will she return? Of course she will. Rote, if ever there was such a thing, has gone asunder and I feel as if some great heavy machinery's key has been wound to snapping. It is going into motion and the world will fall before it and will be put back together again in it's wake. Inextricably linked to that Clarice Starling. All surface shine in eagerness, but her well runs deep and the water is hard.
Mmmm, and Valentine's Day, how fitting. All arrows and blood red. I am a great fan of the heart. Something special for my eager Starling. A dark, sweet treat packed in a Packard perhaps.
Yes, the blade is arcing in its course. I do hope my young visitor will survive it. Best not to think too hard on it. Spoils the surprise.
Will she return? Of course she will. Rote, if ever there was such a thing, has gone asunder and I feel as if some great heavy machinery's key has been wound to snapping. It is going into motion and the world will fall before it and will be put back together again in it's wake. Inextricably linked to that Clarice Starling. All surface shine in eagerness, but her well runs deep and the water is hard.
Mmmm, and Valentine's Day, how fitting. All arrows and blood red. I am a great fan of the heart. Something special for my eager Starling. A dark, sweet treat packed in a Packard perhaps.
Yes, the blade is arcing in its course. I do hope my young visitor will survive it. Best not to think too hard on it. Spoils the surprise.