Part 59 (2/2)

Blowflies had found him, and Finn could hear their buzzing wings and feel their threadlike legs as they walked over his face.

In the darkness around him, the laughter was still there.

Less, though. It only came once in a while.

It wasn't as loud.

It was a softer sound. Softer, but somehow worse than anything he'd heard before.

This laughter was different.

It was sneaky.

It was as if something big and hungry crouched just above him where he couldn't see. Sat there, waiting for something to happen, and delighted at the prospect.

It was an ugly laugh.

Finn realized at some point that it was also female. But there was nothing about it that fit his definition of feminine. It was earthy and raw, and oddly s.e.xual in a way that made Finn feel ashamed.

”I'm going nuts,” he told himself.”Jesus, I've finally f.u.c.king lost it.”

The words tumbled out of his mouth and fell into the darkness.

The breath whispered across the unprotected upper curve of his lip, and against all possible sense or reason, Finn felt himself grow suddenly hard. His c.o.c.k swelled and pressed against the fabric of his soiled pants.

Then the voice murmured again.

”What will you give me for what you want? What bargain will you make?”

”I don't know what you mean,” Finn lied. His voice broke in the middle and the rest of the sentence came out in weak little chunks.

<script>