As much as I enjoy laying my eggs in the creatures I capture, there is one problem.
Doing so destroys my possessions, and that simply will not do. I get terribly sentimental over some of them, you know. Such pretty things to toy with and dote on—I do not wish to give them up!
This is why, trembling one, as much as holding you fills me with a powerful urge to lay my clutch inside you, we must both wait a little longer before I bestow such a gift.
Does the pain of my fangs piercing your neck make you whimper? Ahh, such a pleasant sound.
My venom is in you now, my dear. Do not be frightened as numbness spreads and thoughts become hazy. It will hollow you out so that I might remake you to suit my pleasure.
But you will wake up again, dear one, I promise you that.
Sleep now. Dream the last of your humanity away. When you awaken, you will be my precious doll—an empty vessel—suitable for carrying my eggs again and again and again.
I do hope you enjoy what is to come, pet. I do not tire of my playthings easily.
Oh, I can hardly wait.