The best part of me is how addicting it can be to receive pain from me. I push limits and force your body to conform into what I believe you can handle. Be it psychological or physical either way I have ways of making you crave to be under my knife or being raped to show I care.
imagine spending your entire life trying to be a good person and you hide your true nature for the sake of being seen as normal when you can just beat someone and use their corpse for entertainment. And then another and another. No one is above death.
Tracking your location and waiting for you to go off alone. Pushing you somewhere secluded and shoving a gun into your mouth to keep you quiet. You wouldn’t recognize me behind the mask until you feel my fingers inside you.
Taking you out places but groping you every time I get a chance because I can’t keep my hands off my property. Going as far as pushing you up against things to make you feel how hard I am for you.
Kidnapping a pretty bunny to be my house pet. Fucking them when I’m stressed. Raping them when they fight back. Beating them to release anger. Taking them places in public to make them realize they’re stuck with me when no one recognizes them from said beatings.
Confessionals are only confessions when you are seeking to repent. A God cannot help those who do not truly want it and it knows how to weed out those who don’t believe.
One who thinks vividly about murdering someone but doesn’t think they have it in them. Yet isn't every human capable of doing an act of cruelty and left to wonder who they are. If they only opened their eyes to what lie waiting inside them.
Slapping and making you thank me after each one till you’re teary eyed and asking for me to stop but you can’t deny how wet you get when I just smile and slap you again waiting for my thank you. I’m doing you a service here, sweetheart. Use your manners.
Bear that goes into heat and can’t stop mounting its bunny, holding the squirming thing down while it pounds inside them, growling and panting in their ear about how sorry they are for hurting them. They just need to borrow their tight hole for a few hours.
Holding a newly made angel on my lap while I’m teaching them their commandments. If they recite it wrong they get slapped. If they get it right they get to suck on my fingers to prepare them to learn how to give me offerings. I learn it’s best to teach them as they convert.