I've been roaming the streets of Paris, the red light district. Oh, I've managed to hang on to my humanity some. It's been a full week since I've been to the apartment. I can feel Care, feel how she misses me and I dont know why I like torturing her as I do. She has blocked me because she knows what Im doing. But even after all the warmth and life essence I take, the evil seeded at the pit of my very being grows, an all too familiar evil that I dont even wish to think about and that evil thrives on the intensity of the girls I drink and take from. Why cant he stay dead! Their muted cries, their sex sounds all serve as a backdrop for the pain I inflict.And I know who Care sees when she looks into my eyes, my orbs of pure evil staring back at her from the grave. I will quench this demon with every whore I violate..they will take the brunt of my rage until I fall exhausted and then I will only drink my fill once again!
Will I be able to return...
Care will take me back....
she always does!
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