The snake wears a skin suit made of The Darling's best friend. Hissing, hissing, he lies to her. "Don't worry your sweet little heart, babe. Everything will be alright. You look really great tonight." And The Darling looks at the mimic of her best friend and smiles. With a hissing grin the snake moves in. As the kissing begins, the snake slides deep and eats her while they sleep.
She awakes in the morning and aside her lay a skin suit shed. She cries like she bled and there is no trace of the snake. Only the disgrace and the mess they'd made. She cries as she tries to block out the pain but still the stains remain.
The snake slithers forth seeking another place to hatch his brood, another place to breed his turpitude. He scents the air with his foul tongue, tasting victims everywhere. "Yes," he whispers to the grass. "Yes, this will ever last."
Another friend, another suit. As a fiend, as a brute. He never fails, never falls. He leaves no trails for those he enthralls. He is parasitic.
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