Then she hears it. The movement of the surface caused wild patterns of light to dance across the surface, almost mesmerizing in their complexity. Xnx She stood in front of it, her eyes following the patterns across the surface, trying to make some sense of them. Should she raise the lid at ten? No!, she thought. Only much heavier. The boxes are strewn around like her’s was, and she realizes how lucky she was the another didn’t fall near her and block her hatch. It hits every spot deep in her like it was made for her. That was about the only word Rose could imagine to describe it. Rose didn’t know how long she’d been in the crate. She’s focused solely on how it fills her, so completely, now deep in her.
