"Sylvia, Sylvia! What is going on?" Sister Hillie held the phone trying to figure out what was going on when she heard Pelle's voice. It sounded almost polyphonic to her ear, the sound of the sweet young man she knew so well, and something else, dark and sensuously menacing. It sounded like he was licking the phone, "Pelle, let me talk with Sylvia. Where is she?"  But whatever Pelle was just licked the phone again, chuckled and moaned softly into the phone before asking in a deep voice:<br/><br/><span style="font-family:Gochi Hand">"Did you enjoy your dreams last night?"</span><br/><br/>Sister Hillie sat down heavily on her bed, how could he have know? How could Pelle have known her dreams? Dreams of a forked tongue slithering sensuously around her mouth, her ears, between her legs. Joe fucking her with a cock which did not feel like his but which battered her so deeply, ribbons of blood ran down her pale thighs and pooled underneath her.  Pelle's face at her breast suckling a red tinted milk that should not could not be there...<i>Madness, pure madness</i>.  She remembered the unspeakable arousal which was never allowed to come to release, no matter how she fought or submitted in her dream. It kept her on an edge so painful she needed more and more. Rocking to and fro on her bead, Sister Hillie moaned.<i>This isn't happening,</i>she thought,<i>this is Parkwood, a small Christian town, we don't have demons here.</i><br/><br/>"What are you?" she whispered "what have you done to Pelle, what do you want?" Pelle's sobs reached her ears with a deep polyphonic chuckle a layer over it even when the boy begged for help.<br/><br/>"Pelle, where are you, let us help you."