Zoofilia - The Cube (S.U.P.)

The Cube
I've crossed the threshold, I'm now adapted to the light. But there's nothing to see, no walls, no ground, not one part of my body. I feel attracted and aspirated. I can see sparkling in the darkness, it begins to draw nearer, it's going to take me. I turn towards the door. As it shuts the light fades away. Duty for a boundless wall, the thing is now clear. It's a kind of crystal cube. I'm unable to overcome it's attraction, the touch is imminent. An unknown painful phenomena begins. A flash shows me my parents. They are keeping vigil over my dead body...