8 months. Just 8 months. Just so. And so. He left, and the monster has been crafted. It slept, it waited for the right time to pull itself together. That time has come and passed. 8 months ago. Just so.
The whore. The rotten whore with no name. He’s searching for the name, isn’t he? Doesn’t want secrets, doesn’t want knowledge. Carnal pleasures. Neanderthal. I saw her. I saw that whore. There is no hiding what you’ve done.