Seneca didn't know exactly what she had seen, but she knew that nothing involving naked people was good, or respectable. In spite of that, she couldn't help herself from looking at it again, particularly towards the worm in the woman's hands. What was that. Was it some kind of creature leached to the man's triangle? Was it something all men had? Why was she putting it in her mouth? It was so dirty, that was the part of the body where urine came out of, and yet she seemed to be delighted.
Frida's question brought Seneca back to reality a bit. She looked towards her, at loss of what to do.
She quickly decided that she wasn't going to get traumatized alone!
"Look," Seneca whispered and passed the picture into Frida's hands. She then quickly looked around them, suddenly paranoid that someone would walk into them.
Frida's question brought Seneca back to reality a bit. She looked towards her, at loss of what to do.
She quickly decided that she wasn't going to get traumatized alone!
"Look," Seneca whispered and passed the picture into Frida's hands. She then quickly looked around them, suddenly paranoid that someone would walk into them.