Slithering my way into your mind. Tightening my grip around you. Creating the pressure you feel... in all the right places. Taking hold once again. You’re the weak little mouse that I enjoy playing with. The one who’s curiosity outweighs his fear. You know you’re ok as long as I’m not too hungry. For you know in that moment you could be devoured. Changed forever. Only used for my good. This is CONSTRICTION. You are well aware - but not powerful enough to resist.