Her Name Was O

Kola (Peering over the writer’s shoulder, reads):

I myself do not have any confession to make unless it comes from the story I wrote many years ago of the girl, her name was O, who was transported by the ill wind of my malevolence into the cavern where the creature was waiting.

At first she was becalmed, for the creature did not appear to want to harm her, nor even acknowledge her presence until, from some inscrutable purpose of its own, her mind was seized and filled with ghastly visions. The creature seemed to take a perverse delight in the outlandish extremities of her suffering. When she began to rebel, the creature did not relent. It remained impassive towards her pain. - After many hours – perhaps days of torture, O found herself again in the hotel at Innsmouth under the shadow of an inexorable terror.