I am so fucking antsy and the demon is tapping his claws against the glass, taunting me. He doesn’t want to play today. He wants to violate. Desecrate. Obliterate. Given the chance, he would rape her soul.
No, that’s not true. There is no demon. I would rape her soul. I am the one that needs to feed.
Sigh.
I didn’t ask to be this way. Most of the time I successfully simulate a civilized human being. So much so, that I start believing it myself.
Sometimes, though, the simulation only runs skin-deep. And today is one of those days.
