James grimaced in pain as he clutched his wounded arm and stumbled into the recliner. The infection had gotten worse, the gash running down the muscle from his elbow seeping fluid. Tentatively, he fingered the deep laceration, only to have it emit a thick discharge. James gagged at the diseased stench that drifted up.
Regaining his composure and blinking through watering eyes, he tried to inspect the wound better. It was a ragged tear through the flesh and he was lucky the creature hadn't taken his entire arm off. Unfortunately, it also appeared contaminated somehow, its teeth obviously having a type of venom or poison. The pus now leaking down towards his wrist was unlike anything James had seen before, a grotesque substance akin to peas mashed up in ketchup.
He continued to gaze at the oozing mutilation, almost mesmerized by the sight. It seemed as if the secretion called to him, whispered his name. James ran two fingertips through the contagion and hesitantly brought it to his lips. Then, irrationally, he began to suck the infection off. It had a gritty texture, a slightly salty taste, and? and something else.
Then James really began to hear the whispers.
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199 words
rating: 10
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