How it feels to read Dostoevsky
A girl stands in a plain white space with a menacing looking black-haired figure. "Are you ready?" the figure of a man asks leaned up againsts an invisible wall.
The girl slouches and grunts. "I don't think I ever am."
The figure disregards the comment turning into a shapeless black goo and blobs its way towards her. In a manner of seconds, she is covered in the sticky black mess. She stands shivering from disgust as the sticky substance falls from her in chunks, leaving a precious gift.
"Yack," she exclaims clenching her teeth, while holding on to a handful of shiny white pearls.