I don’t ever want to know what that feels like.”
Beth created an image of being impaled on that pole along with all of her sensations from start to finish, and dumped it on her sister. That’s all you seem to think about.”
“So?” Beth asked, her own voice quieter now. She just had to know. “No wonder the Praetor never let you loose! “I’m going to fall on you!”
“Just straighten me up and leave me!” Beth cried back. “Wake up and look!”
“What?” Beth asked, then Béla showed her the duality of her destructive drives. ‘Oh, God! Finally Beth spoke. His mind felt delicious against mine. ‘Are you awake yet? She had even experimented with tubes filled with explosive black powder expensively transported from Arabia to blow women apart exactly like she did to herself with those blasting caps!
