Page 197 of Unhinged Omega
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fingers still moving inside her
still worshipping
still serving
but mouth...
monster jaws
nightmare teeth
inhuman tongue
"Please," she whispers
not command
not order
request
look up
fear must show in eyes
even through mask slits
her expression softens
understanding dawns
"Is it... your face?" she asks
voice gentle
voice understanding
voice perfect
nod
once
sharp
she leans forward
cups silver mask in hands
thumbs stroke metal cheeks
"I won't look," she promises
voice solemn
voice sincere
voice true
