Prudence in Hell 006

Now We Have Options

As you know, sirens hunt in packs. A lone voice is suited only for captivity; not even wax is required, you can hear me at your own limited risk. You don’t need protection around me: masts, seamen, the whole storyboarded shebang. As with all Greek theatre, the terror is in the choir, in the sense surround, in the simultaneous derangement of the senses—in your anticipation of it. There is nothing I can say that can push you to your death. I am dangerous, yes, but not immediately. Now we have options: the compleat repertoire of tortures.