Chapter 47 Section forty-six

An image of lust accompanied Chantal for a long time, in her troubled dreams, in her imagination, even in her conversations with Jean-Marc.One day (what a distant day that was), Jean-Marc said to her: I would like to live with you in that situation: when the climax is reached, each participant becomes an animal— - a sheep, a cow, a goat - this Deinian-like indulgence becomes a field, and in those days we live among those beasts, like a shepherd and a shepherdess (She was amused by the idyllic vision of those poor carnal beings, unknowingly led into a mansion of depravity, left with the cows).

She felt that she was surrounded by naked people.At that time, she would rather be with sheep than with humans.She closed her eyes, not wanting to see anyone again.But behind her eyelids she could still see them, their organs bulging and contracting.This reminded her that in a piece of land, earthworms drilled up, curled up, entangled, and then drilled down again.Then, instead of earthworms, she saw snakes.She was disgusted.But still, that thrill is there.But the greater the stimulation, the more she could use the stimulation to wake herself up; her body not only belonged to herself, but also belonged to this swamp, this land of earthworms and snakes.

She opened her eyes, and a woman walked out of the next room and walked towards her.In this kingdom of earthworms, she fixed Chantal with a seductive look.She was tall and well built, with a pretty face and flaxen hair.Just when Chantal was about to respond to her invitation, she, responding to a bit of flaxen color around her lips and some saliva, Chantal saw that mouth was magnified by the magic glass of the middle second: the saliva was white, inside Filled with tiny bubbles; the woman sucks her saliva in and out, as if to seduce Chantal, as if to promise her tender, moist kisses that melt one woman into another.

Chantal stared at the bubbly, trembling saliva pooling around her lips, her disgust turning to gag.She turned away, not wanting to look at her.But she felt the woman grab her hand from behind.Chantal wanted to run away, she took a few steps forward, but still felt the hand still on her.She starts to run.She heard the woman's distressed breathing, and she started this game-like escape.Chantal felt that she was slowly falling into a trap: the more she tried to escape, the more she stimulated the woman's distress, spurred her to pursue her like prey. She fled into a corridor, still with footsteps behind her, and the disgust of the body chasing her so quickly turned into fear: she ran, as if trying to save herself.The corridor was large, and at the end of it was a door that led to a small brick room, and another door in the corner of the small room.She opened it, rushed in, and slammed the door shut behind her back.

In the dark, she leaned against a wall, trying to calm her rapid breathing.Then she felt for the switch by the door.She turned on the light.It's a closet for sanitary items: vacuum cleaners, mops, aprons.On the ground, a dog curled up in a pile of rags.She heard no more voices from outside.She thought: Animal time has come, I have been rescued.She asked the dog loudly, "Which man are you?" Suddenly, she felt uneasy about what she had said.God, she thought; where did I get this idea that a carnal person would end up being an animal? It was strange: she herself had no idea where the idea came from.She searched her memory, but found nothing.She had a sweet feeling, which reminded her of the vague memory, a feeling of enigma, an inexplicable joy, like a welcome from afar.

Suddenly, the door was opened roughly.In came a black woman, a small woman in a green overalls.She glanced at Chantal, not surprised at all, but rather impolite and disdainful.Chantal went to the middle and told the woman to take the seat vacuum.She was now very close to the barking, snarling dog.Fear fell upon her again.She escaped from the hut.