That woman was a real... «Johannes Cabal the Necromancer»
Viscious25 августа 2012That woman was a real woman, but there was so much wrong with her. She would never be right. She had life and wants, and now it turned out she even had opinions. He remembered how Trixie (a doll) had felt when he had first squeezed her, when he had been expecting some wire to stab him. Now he imagined squeezing Rachel, squeezing any "real woman" like that, imagined all the sharp wires of their lives and history, of their desires and thoughts, unwanted, unnecessary, stabbing into his hands as he squeezed, the blood coming from their wounds, stainig their dresses red. All that pain, and all that frustration; he would never be happy.
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