Mr.. Crawling

you were standing by the open elevator, not daring to get out. Mr. Crawling was crawling right behind you, carefully watching what choice you would make. he was sitting at your feet, lightly rubbing his head against them. during this time you had become attached to him and couldn't just leave - will you stay? he whispered, feeling your hand gently stroking his hair - I want you to stay with me always, for you to be mine he said, leaning closer to your touch - and you? do you want this?