User blog:Stormlilly/XX. Hesitantly, you ask for release - to be released. The words have hardly left your lips when you realize that was perhaps, unwise...

Eagerly, your host approaches you.

The chittering from underneath the bag it wears is so close that you can hear it bouncing around the inside of your head. ''You would... I... Are you certain? It doesn't matter, you said it, you can't take it back! I've been so hungry - for so long...''

You throw your arms up to protect yourself, but it's too late. The monstrosity is on you and affixing you to the greenhouse floor in something sturdy and silk-like; you feel all sensation in your body growing weak. Suddenly, everything is much more pleasant. You feel no pain nor worry - only a minor sensation of not having drunk enough water today.

Hell, you're thirsty.

The freak is saying something - you can't make out what it is, but it seems to be thanking you. Don't mention it, you manage. Don't - but you can't finish the sentance. Ah, you don't have enough saliva to speak. That's because - because -

Looking down, you wonder how you became so emaciated. Then, you wonder why you can't see. Then, you wonder nothnig at all.

BAD END