The creature reveled in the silences she provided, and in getting to show itself. It had been long since it got to sample things that belonged to someone else. The enemy. Pelle felt constantly sick, but not entirely weakened. Part of the power that was tearing him apart infused the rags he was becoming. It was glorious in the worst way. This was temptation but also an invasion. He wasn't left with much between. He clutched the phone, his mother on the floor where he'd pushed her, off the chair she'd sat when he'd christened her in wine, yesterday.<br/><br/>"What have I done?" it asked back with the boy's voice, mostly. "What did you do, sister?" snarls in the vault of its gullet, like she was accused in a great, wet hall. "What do you want to do? I'll give him to you if you only ask." A real offer. Everything she'd been denied in her dream.<br/><br/>Pelle started crying again, but his sobs were huffs and sighs instead. Some miserable humming with a different tune than anguish. "Why am I stroking myself in front of my mother?" he asked her into the phone. Sylvia didn't say anything in the background. He groaned. "I... I dreamed you were feeding me yesterday." he confessed and them whimpered in something that was very likely pleasure in its purest conflict. "Blood and milk, Hillie." he continued and gargled. "It won't come out without you, Auntie." he said and cried. The phone cut out.<br/><br/>The girl that had confessed to adoring Pelle to Daniel came back. Leslie Argon, daughter of the salesman who was home exactly three weekends every moth. After hearing her he dragged her to Hillie's room. The girl, who favored strict dresses and shiny shoes - her father made a lot of money when he was away - with a flowery ribbon in her hair as her only flounce, was only the remains of the collected young woman she used to be. He tossed her at Hillie's feet. The sister seemed to just now be done with a conversation on her phone. "Tell her!"<br/><br/>Leslie looked at the woman with red eyes. "It's Pelle, sister. I confessed to father. He's corrupted me." she said and shook her head. "I don't know what happened. But I think he loved me too much, just like I asked him too." she held up her hands, blood, the same as hers, on small fingers. It wasn't unusual for a young woman, but she seemed completely destroyed by it. "It was a dream, I think. I dream of him sometimes. But tonight. Oh, sister! Why did I want that? Is he bad? Why does he make women think these things?"<br/><br/>"The boy is rotten." Daniel muttered, and in a corner behind him, from Mary's angle, a shadow curled and grew with the increase in wrath. "I will not waste my time with him." he said and crossed his arms. It should have been the opposite, but he was being blinded, and made dumb by something. He nodded to the girl again. "See what he does? He might as well have done it to her himself. He knows how to tempt, and now she's basically no virgin anymore." This made Leslie shriek and burry those crusted fingers in her hair. The ribbon, already abused, fell down on Hillie's floor.<br/><br/>"I can't take it! I don't want to be a hussy! My love for him made me!" she then leaped at the sister, and clawed at her legs. "Daniel says you know him. Please talk to him. Please save me. Have him leave my heart." But mania was poisoning her voice. "Make him come to me." she nodded with a kind of warm madness. "I... if we marry it'll be alright. You can bleed your own wife, can't you?" she asked and sobbed. "Ah, sister! Compassion. Compassion! Just do something about Pelle!" she demanded.<br/><br/>"Go." Daniel said bitterly. "You are part of this now."