I also have the gift of simply not giving a fuck about the pain and misery I inflict upon these worthless bits of flesh. It’s the oddest thing, it’s almost as if they’re drawn to me, knowing the harm that awaits them they still come.
I’ve been accused of putting them under a spell, using black magic, but no it’s simply their own weakness and blinding lust for me. I suppose I should be flattered and should owe them some bit of compassion….never.
Once I get a taste of blood, I cannot stop myself. My thirst for it is unquenchable, all I see is red. literally and figuratively. I become a machine and I cannot and will not stop until I consume ever last drop