But the variation did not match the length of the trance; he was puzzled by this until he realized that the worst ones were from balling married women, or the times that he used the shell on a young thing he had fantasized about but who actively disliked him. And the full truth only came to Robert on the morning after he had taken a virgin and found a gaping wound on his thigh.
The measure, then, was not the time that the thing in the shell had to work, but how hard it had to work. The ones that he could have tumbled on his own, the easy women, were easy for it too. Those with reservations about sex with men in general or him in particular required it to work harder. And those with a great reluctance to do anything at all...
So when Robert saw and began to stare at a red-headed teenager who was lively and enchanting and clearly underage, he was prepared to be laid up for a while afterward. Thinking about seducing and corrupting someone so sweet and obviously untouched made him very hard.
When he talked to her she was very wary of him, and he had a lot of trouble convincing her to take the shell and put it to her ear. The process of subduing her will also took longer than it ever had before.
But she went with him, and when they entered his bedroom, Robert set the shell down on his dresser as usual -- though he had learned to leave it on the floor after these episodes. The young girl, barely more than a child, let him undress her, but then she stepped from him and to the dresser. She picked up the shell and held it.
For the first time in many months, he heard whispering coming from the interior. Robert took it from her hand and glanced in, and could barely see a motion. His curiosity was piqued, and he put the shell to his ear.
Something shot out of it and bit the inside of his ear, then began to tunnel in. He screamed and ran nude into his living room. The young girl did not react at all. Robert pulled on the shell, trying desparately to tear it away from where it seemed to be trying to eat his brain. He did so at last, but only by means of a dying convulsion.
The shell landed and rolled, coming to rest near the bedroom door. A black wet tongue -- or horn? -- now tinged with red slowly withdrew into the black interior.
The young girl suddenly glanced around her, surprised to find herself nude and in the bedroom of an unfamiliar house. She quickly, nervously, dressed and gathered from the floor the things she had taken to the beach that morning. As she left the room, she picked up a strangely shaped black seashell and glanced at it idly. She turned to the left and left the house, not noticing the crumpled form across the room to the right.
Once she was outside, she soon oriented herself by walking to a seaside cliff that gave a wide view. When she glanced downward, her fingers slipped and she dropped the black shell. It shattered on the rocks below.
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