Harker felt despair sinked in slowly as every layer of clothing had been stripped from him by Miss Lovette.
It was dark in this room. All he could see was her stupid face, and he couldn't even turn his head to the side even if he tried.
Miss Lovette cusped his face with her pretty fingers. She stuck out her tongue, and licked Harker's eyeball.
"How these eyes once enjoyed looking at me while I'm in pain…. Ah, it makes me want to keep them too. Just pulverized them and turned them into paste myself."
She whispered to his ear, stroking his chest as she did.
"You're such a bad boy, little Joseph. And bad boys need to be punished."
She bit on his neck, and Harker felt so hopeless. He couldn't even trash around, couldn't even cry. He was stuck in place, in this cage that was his own body.
