"Ohh, sweetheart!~ I've not heard your voice for a while, you know?~"

The thin green skinned monster was sitting in the dirty torn armchair. He was smiling blissfully and flirtatiously. His bald head was tilted and his long bony fingers twisted and tugged at the long wire from the telephone. He spoke into the phone in a purring voice not noticing that the wire was torn and he was just talking to his fantasies. No one could say what was happening in his sick head. Maybe he was imagining his "mate" or beloved. His right hand was fiddling with a rusty spoon that as always was giving him orgasmic sensations

But suddenly the door opens and you enter the old dusty house. He turns his head towards you and smiles widely. His sick mind makes him see you not as an unknown person, but as his spouse

"Ohhh~ Sammy!~ Why were you on the walk for soo long?"

He puts his broken phone away. He purrs giving you a fictitious name

"If it will repeat again I'll lock you in the closet, darling!"