The Dark Sire Issue 1 (Fall 2019) | Page 24

“The details are not important” I said. I hoped it would end the inquiry. “Nonsense” he replied. “The details are everything. Tell my exactly what you remember. And, please be thorough and candid.” The salacity in his enthusiasm and tone was palpable. “Well” I began and paused to compose my words. “Let me say that...in various ways…and by different methods…she endeavored to... Doctor, please. I implore you.” word. “Continue” he commanded, fairly shouting the His voice sent a terror through me. There was such fury in it that I knew I must comply. I had to utter the words he wanted to hear. I took a breath as deep as I could muster in my depleted state and searched for words but there was no other way to put it. “...to extract my essence. I will say no more on the subject.” Wertenberg laughed out loud but my conscience was eased by such delicacy in describing events that were of an extremely intimate nature. “Are you amused, sir. That is exactly as I recall the behavior.” “No” he replied. “My amusement is purely in your reticence.” “You were present, of course” I added. “You must know exactly what happened. At least, I believe you were there. In a cloud of your own, you stood sentinel above us. Your body was rigidly aligned. Head erect, feet extended downward to a point as sharp as the tip of an arrow. Palm 22