Soon I woke when I was sleepingnwith a restless reaching feelingnbut did not know what I was reaching fornI got up and started walkingnbut soon found I was stalking preynthat I could utilize for morenthan just an easy conversationnor an evening's inspirationnnNow the time was right for something morenAs I walked I thought of fliesnthat stuck to sticky pecan piesnthat people put upon the window sillnand how those fine fat flies would feednuntil they satisfied their greednthen buzzed about in panic till they diednKnowing where my feet would take menif I kept on movingnmade me see myself exactly like those fliesnnDrawn into a situation that with some considerationnnever would fulfill its smiling smellnBut there was no hesiatation in my stepnor in my making sure the door was quiet when it closednAnd as I walked into the darknessnI could sense a wakenednsharpness penetrating deep within the roomnThen I touched her arm and throatnand found beneath my hand a coat of moisturenthough the night was not too warmnThe other one was breathng deeplynso I thought he must be sleepingnbut then again I wasn't really surenHold me tight and be my masternsomeone whisperednand I fastened fingers of my own around her wristsnwhich strangely were secure behind hernas I began to mount and bindnher to myself wit force I could not holdnThen I seemed to hear a snickernbut I was so busy with her thatnI did not notice him until I felt himnbput his hands around my throat and squeezenas if the sounds I madenshould not escape into the airncausing me to moan too loudlynas I jerked on out the firenthat I no longer could controlnnI was first to see the flashing blinding lightnof liquid lasing out armsnbut my convulsions spread to my writhing young companionsnwho were lost in unabandoned cream that soonnwould crack and fade awaynAfterwards, when it was quietnand the bonds had been deniednI told them that we should do this againnBut I said it would be wrong to play these gamesnof weak and strong together without me aroundnto help them understand the dangers in itnfor there were so many and theynsimply were too young to understand