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      "Help my soul."

       He wasn't sure who he was referring to. He couldn't process what was happening before him. His instinct was bleeding. There was nothing he could do at that moment. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He was browsing his mental ken,yet everything seemed blank. He knew that he wouldn't remain like that forever. He knew that things would take new turn. He knew that he would soon have to boss over quite the numbers of feelings but he was finding it difficultly to put up with the odds which had been supplanted. He didn't know what to do and what not to do. He didn't know what to think and what not to think. He was only hoping that things would come out well. His instinct had jilted him. He couldn't blame it. If he were it, he would had leapt and skipped away like a betwiched gazelle. He was holding on to sanity. He wanted to remain sane. He wanted to remain cool, but he didn't know how to achieve twain. He didn't know how to achieve that. He wasnt able to think straightly. He was trying as hard a possible. He was trying as much as possible, but he simply couldn't help. 

    He closed his eyes. That was the best thing he could do. He didn't know that being in the world of fantasy would take such drastic turn. He was hoping that things would come out well when he did open his eyes. He wasn't ready to do that. He didn't even know what he was ready for any longer. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He didn't know what he was capable of doing. He had no idea what he was supposed to champion. He was clueless. That was the best thing to say. He thought that he did have an idea but hell wrong he was. He had thought that things would play out well for him. He had thought that being in the world of fantasy, things would suit him. He had thought that he would be able to have a grasp on things which are of great consequences. He didn't know what he supposed to do. He was having assorted thoughts. He was hoping that he would be able to steer clear of the thoughts soonest but the more he tried the deeper he did sink in the murk. 

     He didn't want to think about the fate of the Nymph. She should sort herself out. She did bring all to herself. She made that fate catch up with her. He had no idea what she was thinking. He had no idea what she did have in mind before doing that. She was supposed to had known Poseidon of course. She should be acquainted with his odds and strengths. She should be acquainted with things which did set him on a spot and things which did get him prettily annoyed. He knew all those and was trying to figure it out. He was wishing that she would be sane. He was hoping that she would be good. He didn't know why he was feeling so concerned about her. Probably because they had had sex. Probably they had been held in some inky and optical illusion. He couldn't be sure. There was nothing to be sure of anymore. He was just hoping that shit would be over and he would be done with the world of fantasy. He was hoping that he would survive all the odds and shake off the worries which had strangled his marred mercies. 

      The Poseidon must be some pyschopath of course. Why would he do that? Who has a snake for penis? He couldn't be sure. He hadn't see any. He had read about several other gods and couldn't remember which of them was such a wierdo. He didn't know. He couldn't remember. Myclops had never told him anything of such sort. He had never been told that or had never read that a god did have snake for penis. Not that it couldn't happen, but he hadn't heard about it. Even Zeus who was considered as the father of all gods doesn't have that. Why was the psycho different then? He was hoping that he wouldn't have a sway into his own thoughts. He was hoping that Poseidon wouldn't be able to read his thoughts. He knew that there was nothing impossible in that world. He hadn't thought that twould be like that. Did he even think of being held in his fantasy. The last thing he did remember was lying on the cold earth in the cave of Myclops. Then he saw himself before the glass-like sea. Wait! He seemed to be mistaking. He thought he was at home. He couldn't be sure. All he knew was that what all he was getting was the by-product and end product of lousy liquor. Hehe. 

      The wierdest thing which was happening was the fact that the Nymph was not even moaning. He was sure that he saw the snake wound around her before closing his eyes. He had closed his eyes simply because he had  been afraid. He didn't want to watch the Nymph die. Upon that mystery was there another complementing one. He wasn't sure how possible twould be for the Nymph to be over him being wrapped up by the snake. He knew what snake could do but mystery kept tumbling on mystery. The snake obviously might have its way and break all her bones. Of course she should expect that. She should of course. She should be ready for such kinda thing. She wouldn't be able to steer clear of it. But again he did remember that she was not some ordinary lady. She was some Nymph. He had no idea how powerful they were. He did have an idea but he wasn't sure. He was hoping that soonest he would be sure. He tried to push all his thoughts out and house new ones. He was weary of the odd ones. They were stinking at that moment. He couldn't put up with them anymore. He didn't know how to do that. He hoped that he would be able to. He was only hoping. That was the best he could do. And he didn't regret hoping. That was one of the things he hadn't regretted since he had been caught under the water and in the world of fantasy at large. He didn't also regret having sex with the Nymph. Twas more than heavenly. He had wished that twould continue. He had forgotten how he did feel during it. That didn't matter. 

       A new thought flickered a ray in his consciousness and he couldn ignore but swipe the thought. He did swipe up to have a great sight of it. He wanted to be sure of what stuff twas made of.  Tshouldn be a cake walk for him. It didn't actually matter what and what wasn't. He was going to use whatever would be useful. That was all that mattered and would matter, at least for the time being. He was sure that things would take new turn and of course he would have his way. He turned to the new thought. He strongly wanted to take the Nymphs with himself. He wanted to possess her. Even he didn't know what he was talking about. He didn't know what he was saying. He couldn't be sure. Well, he didn't talk. His thoughts were so audible to him that they felt like squinching voices to him. He didn't know what to know. If he did fight his way out of the whole mess and shit, of course he would take her with himself. He would help her out. He would make her his mistress. He knew that he would have to deal with his wife when he get back to life or vice versa. That was in some remote future, he should help her now and talk about the future later. He sweep his courage into a whole and opened his eyes. 

      He was shocked. That was in no way possible. What was happening? He couldn't think straightly. He seemed to be fooled over time. He should be vexed of course, but he had no idea who he was supposed to be vexed with. He had no idea who he was supposed to be angry with. He had no idea who he was supposed to rehearse his rage with. He dumped the thought of getting annoyed. He tried to process the sight which was supplanted. How possible was that? How in the wide was it possible? When did the Nymph get off him? When did Poseidon move to the door? When did Poseidon have his clothes or hood or whatever on? What was happening to him? He closed his eyes and opened again to be sure that he was sure. The new sight remained undaunted. He needed explanation. He knew that. He needed someone to tell him what was going on. He wanted to prove to his instinct that he was still sane and not mad. The Nymph was by him on the berth. She was setting on the edge. He was lying. Poseidon was at the door. Wasn't she held by the snaky penis of Poseidon over him before, or had he been hypnotized? His brain was going to go numb. He knew that. He needed a goddamn explanation and he wasn't stood up. Poseidon edged towards him and rehearsed his glottis. He hoped that what he was going to say would be sensible enough for him to grasp. Else, Shut up dude, there ain't nothing you can do.