Turn me on.
I turn it on.
It turns me on.
“Me”…
No…not “me”…”me”, doesn’t exist…it’s not like that…just in a way…he’s not even human…what is he?…I don’t know…a demon?…a werewolf?…just some beast?…I dunno…I just feel…
Roaring.
It turns him on.
Getting randy…getting wild…baring his teeth…snarling…
Which is actually all me and mine…
Screaming.
Not of pain.
The screams of a beast.
Of the loss of control.
Tearing at his chains—shaking.
Reaching for the control.
Remote control—symbolizing kind of…the parallelism of life…
Turn it off.
Turns it off.
Calming—calming…
Not saturated—yet enough…
More is to come…i Feel…i Know…there will be…