The hole
Added 2022-04-12 15:44:28 +0000 UTCAn old traveller regales you with a tale.
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There is a hole I know of, in a wall, in a far off city, that whispers softly to those that pass by. Whispers of lust. Of need. Of desire. And slowly, ever so slowly, their victim will stop walking, and then the wall will begin to reel them in, promising fantasies and pleasure.
The desire will become a need to follow the voice, to listen to its promises. They don’t need to think about what the hole is promising, not really. They sound so good to that poor soul, that of course they’ll agree with whatever the hole wants.
Of course, they’ll sit, and listen. Of course, they’ll lose themselves in the whispers and echoes. And then, when they’re sitting, blank and empty, in front of the hole, it will let out its helpers. Those who came before. Who listened, just like the poor doomed soul is right now.
The helpers will set about the body. Making the flesh beg for what the soul now desires. And only when the body, mind, and soul are all in agreement, will the helpers carry the newest convert into the hole, and into the deep, pleasurable unknown.
