My crazy, fucked up life has turned me into some sort of cruelty craving creep who needs things like violent phone sex and tortuting some helpless, kidnapped cunt to get off. I’m an obvious product of my environment, years of being endlessly raped and abused at the hands of those who are supposed to protect you will kill you. Sometimes though, a brutalized body hasn’t caught up with the soul quite yet leaving an empty shell of a person, completely dead inside roaming the earth looking for a purpose, for satisfaction, for love.
I’ve found my calling. My purpose is pain, sadism is my satisfaction and, as for love, well lacing and lashing an unlucky victim is the closest thing to love I’ll ever know. Guys, girls, everyone is a target for my learned hatred. All the disgusting pigs clomping around with a spark for life in their eye and an obvious lack of circular cigarette burns and razor thin scars on their limbs need to be shown that there really isn’t anything worth living for. I’m the monster who needs to show them.
Whether I participate or orchestrate in the depravity is simply up to how I’m feeling in the moment, but one thing is surely for certain… If Willow wants you, Willow gets you and I won’t be happy until the light of your soul shining in your eyes has faded completely. Your husk might survive, but your spirit will be broken for good. Just like me.
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