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 that I utilize for more than just an easy
conversation, or an inspiration. Now the time was right for
something more. As I walked I thought of flies that stuck to sticky
pies that people put the window sill, and how those fine fat flies
would feed until they satisfied greed then buzzed about in panic
till died. Knowing where my feet would take me if I kept on moving,
made me see myself exactly like those flies. Drawn into a situation
with some consideration never would fulfill its smiling smell. But
was no hesiatation in my step or in my making the door was quiet when
it closed. And as I walked into the darkness, I could a wakened
penetrating deep within the room. Then I touched her arm and
throat, and found beneath my hand a coat of moisture though the was
not too warm. The other one was breathng deeply, so I he must be
sleeping, but then I wasn't really sure. "Hold me tight and be my
master," someone whispered and I fastened of my own around her
wrists strangely were secure behind her as I began to mount and bind
her to myself wit I could not hold. Then I seemed to hear a snicker
but I was so busy her that I did not notice him until I felt him but
his hands around my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I should not
into the air causing me to moan too loudly as I jerked on out the
fire that I no longer could control. I was first to see the
blinding of liquid lasing out arms, but my convulsions spread to my
writhing young companions who were lost in unabandoned cream soon
would crack and fade away. Afterwards, when it was quiet and the had
been denied, I told that we should do this again. BUt I said it would
be wrong to play these games of weak and together without me around
to help understand the dangers in it, for there were so many and they
were too young to understand.