Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Dear Dad

The depths of his shoulders were throbbing steadily, slowly and rhythmically, and his ass was bouncing back in response.The rot inside is getting worse. He didn't know how long until his own triangle hatched.The only areas of his body where the triangles remained—the middle of his back below the shoulder blades, his left forearm, and his left testicle—no longer itch or hurt.A faint hope flashed through his mind that they were dead.But all in vain. He would rather continue to itch than feel this way.The places are numb, totally numb.The words "localized sensory loss" flashed through his mind.He wondered if they had to stop the pain so that he could continue to live normally, so that he could continue to carry out his important responsibilities, because they had done so much harm, causing the pain to incapacitate him, imprison him : To eat, to escape the pursuit of the soldiers.

He shuddered, remembering the snaking black tentacles under Fat Patty's skin minutes before hatching.She didn't look like she was in pain or had any distressed expressions.Maybe she felt the same numbness, maybe she had been numb for days.The real problem was that he had absolutely no idea of ​​their schedule. When the dormant triangles inside him wake up, how long will it be before they scream in his head?How long before they sing their last death song? He didn't have the slightest time to continue waiting.He knew that if they woke up again, he would miss his last chance to get them out of his body.And, the Colombos are out there, it's only a matter of time before they find him.They may have installed bugs in every apartment, listening, doing the act of forcibly monitoring the personal freedom of civilians.The spy satellites were hunting him now too, watching him from the outside with x-rays piercing the walls and ceiling.

"I don't know if you can hear me, Daddy, but I know you're right," Perry said. "It's time to get it over with. It's time to tell 'em who's stronger—it's time." Tell them!"