It appeared to Lin Sanjiu that the thing on top of her had not realized that she had woken up already.
Her brain was working rapidly to come up with a way to free herself, but the iron grip on her hair and the heavy and shallow breath accompanied by a low, hissing noise denied her an easy escape. The thing swirled on top of her for a few seconds, then she heard it open its mouth. The sloshing of its saliva stirring in its jaw was loud in her ears. Then, before she could do anything, it began singing.
It would too far-fetched to call it a song. It was totally out of tune, and it did not have fixed lyrics or melody. It sounded like a mishmash of all discordant tunes and was harsh to the ears. "La la la…scalp and hair…piece after piece…More and more…I need scalp and hair…"
