<blockquote><div><cite>The_Wacko wrote:</cite>James' vision soon faded to darkness as the masks merged into one. He figures he knows what will happen next, but can do nothing to prevent it. He can feel his head enter the threshold of what he assumes must be Rose's mouth. He wonders how Rose is able to consume him through the mask, or if she'd removed it when his vision faded out. As James feels his head and shoulders slip deeper and deeper towards his ultimate demise, he can't help but be thankful that his going will be somewhat peaceful compared to the deaths of his comrades. A bead of salty water runs down his face as he remembers how they'd been torn to shreds, and how he was so selfish to run as they pleaded for his help...<br/><br/>James keeps his firm grip on the dented maroon guitar (dented from where it was used as a weapon); the only real thing he can feel outside of the warmth and comfort sliding down his chest. Ironic, he thinks, that something so horrible could feel so good....</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Rose contiued to slide James into the warm wet tube of her gullet, she tryed to gentyl prise the getiur out of his hands, she didnt want to swallow htat as well.