“You know I want it.”
*I spoke into the receiver, the rust particles which gave it its colour fluttering away. It didn’t look that old, honestly. It’s rugged exterior made it feel much older than i knew it to be.*
*A whirring sound emerges from behind the glass, startling me enough to straighten my malformed spine, finally, it had happened.*
*Through the glass I can see change. I can hear the slow methodical sound of creaking metallic joints as water droplets begin to trickle down the glass, awaiting their eventual fate as cleaning fluid.*
*I could feel the adrenalin flowing through my veins, seeping into every corner of my body in anticipation as i watched the window be wiped.*
*The sensation tore away at my body, my nails digging so far into my hands that blood had begun to spill, the thrill of the sensation soaring higher.*
*Through the thin grate below the glass i could hear the unmistakable sound of gears whirring, humming and rhe eventual click that would bring the machine to light.*
*This wasn’t my first time seeing it. It probably wouldn’t be the last.*
*With its single gaping eye, it stared straight into my soul. Its metallic tendrils stretching around its tube-like face shrouding it in bolted branches. I could not bear to look to its torso, the ravaged remains of it barely visible in my peripheral vision, egg like sacks of oil jutting out at every orifice.*
*It spoke in a high pitched, metallic voice, almost sounding like pieces of scrap being strung together in twine.*
“I know you want it, you want it quite a lot.”
*With each gasp for air that prolonged my continued existence, i had known it. It wasn’t a machine. I could sense the smile tugging at the corner of its cruedly crafted plates. It knew me. It knew what it was doing.*
*My vision had long since clouded over, foggy spots painting what little was left of what i saw. Yet i could feel it darken as my breathing sped up. I grew numb to the thrill of it. Everything felt so….heavy.*
“You know…”
*Static. Its voice sounded like pure static.*
“….You’re only in this because you can be-”
*I lunged at the glass, using my body’s weight to break my weigh through and feebly grasp at its vines.*
*The shattered glass pane dug into my torso, leaving my guts gushing out onto the frame of it. My hands, bloodied and brusque, gripped the one tendril i managed to grasp and with painstaking effort….snapped it.*
“…..Don’t…..”
*I couldn’t see a thing. My own filthy hair had grown to be long enough to cover my vision, that combined with the blood pouring from my forehead had left me blind. But still, i could see it. Through the covers, through the pain.*
*He laughed.*
“Oh, but can you tell me that you’re not?”
“Not…..not……not……”
*Those words echoed through my hea-hold on esszer we just. We fucking got a barrel of CRUDE OIL to sort like what are we even doing???
just one?
