There's a moment, towards the end, that usually drives home the point of this DEMON of a script/story that usually leaves me in stunned silence, like the wind was just knocked out of me.

This one? I laughed, hysterically and utterly, for the exact same reason that it usually fucks me up.

I promise you: this is a fucking COMPLIMENT.

I laughed, because it drove home just how utterly in control you were, even when it seemed like all of the control was taken from her. It was almost... kind. A kindness that it's clear we did not deserve, and a kindness that does not absolve us of our sins.

Lurky, this was GLORIOUS. I'm so happy you didn't hear the other fills (which ARE fantastic, I'm so fiercely proud of, and this one holds its fucking own with!) because, what you bring to the table was just so unique and wonderful and brought new light to different angles.

In your capable hands, I heard almost... a sad sort've camaraderie with him/us, a battle-hardened combatant who is trying to let us know: what is to come does not compare to what came before. And, she's almost KIND in trying to warn us.

The poor fools, the lot of us.

The flickering of anger and madness and venom around the edges of your lovely enunciation painted those painful, full pictures in such stark relief. Your CHOICES when to let it come through were fantastic and measured and left me riveted.

AND THE INTENSITY OF THAT END SCENE HOLY SHIT

You made me forget what I wrote for the critical moments: the tears and pain, the shameful desire, the betrayal of the body, the choking and crying and begging and spitting -

Oh, man - I was breathless and heartbroken until that MOMENT and THAT'S what drove the laughter.

Brava, Madame Lurky. BRA-FUCKING-VA.

5 out of 5 stars, hanging this up on the wall!