A lone Flood twitched and skittered closer.
You'd found yourself growing fond of their company and, oddly enough, their master.
He unwittingly distracted you from the mental whirlwind of angry, befuddled thoughts that plagued you, allowing you a moments peace.
His visits were far and few between, but you felt that a sort of kinship had formed between you; a mutual understanding of sorts.
"Wouldn't it be funny if I let it eat you?"
You could hear the mischievous grin in his voice.
Your bond did nothing to stop his obnoxious taunting.
"Not in the slightest."