[You’ll find a place on a metal planet, a building with red doors, and in that building you’ll find a room with silk carpets and a large bed, and in that room you’ll find Miriam – kneeling on the floor and holding hands with a dying man as Barnaby paces, tail tucked between his legs as he whines. Miriam is crying and rocking back and forth, begging the man on the bed not to die as he wheezes, pupils shot, blood in his mouth, dying by inches from what they did to him. His hair bright green and his name was Gilly, once. Miriam has a blanket wrapped around him, slowly going red, and keeps petting his hair. Trying to help.
It doesn’t.
Outside, the city is burning. Miriam can hear gunshots and screaming, and she cries as Gilly wheezes, going pale like paper in front of her. The Sons have broken through the barricades, took out the guards and the big cannon on the docks. There’s nothing left to stop them. Gilly tried, fought them off with a knife, but they got him in the end. Laughed while they did it. She hid under the bed while the Sons hurt him, too scared to make a sound, and she can hear them outside right now. Laughing about what they did to Gilly. They’re saying it was fun, saying they should do it again before it dies, why not, why not, why not? Never waste a good fuck.
Miriam cries, trying not to get tears on Gilly’s face.] Don’t die. Please, please, please don’t die….
Fear (when in rome) tw for rape
It doesn’t.
Outside, the city is burning. Miriam can hear gunshots and screaming, and she cries as Gilly wheezes, going pale like paper in front of her. The Sons have broken through the barricades, took out the guards and the big cannon on the docks. There’s nothing left to stop them. Gilly tried, fought them off with a knife, but they got him in the end. Laughed while they did it. She hid under the bed while the Sons hurt him, too scared to make a sound, and she can hear them outside right now. Laughing about what they did to Gilly. They’re saying it was fun, saying they should do it again before it dies, why not, why not, why not? Never waste a good fuck.
Miriam cries, trying not to get tears on Gilly’s face.] Don’t die. Please, please, please don’t die….
[Gilly’s eyes are closed. He tells her to run.]