Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Fat Flies

Soon I woke when I was sleeping with a restless feeling but did
not know what I was reaching for. I got up and walking, but soon
found I was stalking prey I could utilize for more than just an easy
conversation, or an inspiration. Now the time was right for
more. As I walked I thought of flies that stuck to sticky pecan
pies that people put upon the window sill, and how fine fat flies
feed until they satisfied their greed then buzzed about in panic
till they died. where my feet would take me if I kept on moving,
made me see myself exactly like those flies. Drawn into a situation
some consideration never would fulfill its smiling smell. But there
was no hesiatation in my step or in my making sure the door was quiet
it closed. And as I into the darkness, I could sense a wakened
sharpness deep within the room. Then I touched her arm and
throat, and beneath my hand a coat of moisture though the night was
not too warm. The other one was breathng deeply, so I thought he be
sleeping, but then again I wasn't sure. "Hold me tight and be my
master," someone whispered and I fastened fingers of my own her
wrists which were secure behind her as I began to mount and bind
her to myself wit force I could not hold. Then I to hear a snicker
but I was so with her that I did not notice him until I felt him but
his hands my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I made should not
escape into the air causing me to moan too as I jerked on out the
fire I no longer could control. I was first to see the flashing
blinding light of liquid lasing out arms, but my convulsions to my
writhing young companions who were in unabandoned cream that soon
would crack and fade away. Afterwards, it was quiet and the bonds had
been denied, I told them that we do this again. BUt I said it would
be wrong to play these games of weak and strong together me around
to help them understand the dangers in it, for there were so many and
were too young to understand.