Suddenly, I feel flushed and pleasant all over, like that time I took Vicodin after I got into that car accident a few years back. Big cock “Derek!” I call out in the direction I fell. It’s the most uncomfortable thing in the world, and it won’t fucked stop. “Come, this way,” Anton says, pointing at a clearing with his machete, leaving before I have a chance to announce that I need a bathroom break. It’s the feeling of eating a strong weed edible but more intense, like what I imagine talking ecstasy is like. “I did get it out,” I whisper through a sigh as I pull my fingers out. And as I’m carrying it away, the sticky tentacles and tendrils pull at my skin like gorilla tape, and they don’t detach.




















