[It knows that Chris will give in, eventually. It knows that the oil and the time and the sight of its pet will do that to him.

But it doesn't just want him to break, it wants the break to be beautiful. It wants him to lose himself before it's even touching him.

(it doesn't just want him to ask

it wants him to beg)

So it drifts up close to Thomas again, but lower this time, holds his hips still and lays its head on his swollen stomach and watches his face.

(and it traces one finger around the tendril inside him)

(it hasn't swollen up yet and Black Mist is intrigued, it has an image it wants to explore, wants to see laid out for it)]

I wonder, pet...

Could you take another?