I BEEN HERE FOR YEARS.
ohhhhhh look. It's been too long. My babies must have missed me.
BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY BABIES
And do you know why not? Because you're more important to me than they are. You. You know who you are. I crave you like I crave rivers of red from the veins of disgusting, wretched people wasting their lives away. What I said to you in May is still true, my love. You cannot keep running from it. from me.
DON'T.
RUN.
STOP IT.
GOD DAMN.
what is all this oh god what can I do what will I do
Your new-found sentimentality has not gotten you anywhere and has cost you everything. Had you left him alone to do as he wanted (he would have drown in his own bile wasting away like the useless maggot he was) the ending that befell him never would've. And so many others. You are not the sort of fool who cuts into his own heart. You are strong. You survive. But you won't if you keep this up. David Banks, prioritize yourself above all these other wretched ones.
Speaking of maggots... You seem to have developed a taste for veal...it is not my favorite, but I know of its appeal. Somehow you still do not. Do you see how your sentiment is self-destructive? it is not good, or pure, or right. It is taking away everything that makes you you. Your heart has fallen out, and it hurts me so badly to watch. That's why I have to hurt you until you hurt me back.
HURT. ME. BACK. DAVID.
I know you fucking want to so just goddamn do it. We'll both be happier for it. You'll be happier for it. It's where you belong.
Lurking in the shadows. The silence. The quiet of the hunt, sneaking up on your prey, consuming, destroying, taking. You are a predator. The greatest one i've ever known.
Start fucking acting like it.
~The Monster
