I found a young woman looking through a lens. And I'm not talking about the one in the picture. That one is just an example. I found a young woman with beautiful legs and a beautiful face, whose skin I thought would be ideal for damaging. I wanted to break it, to punch that smile and those beautiful teeth in. That's what beauty is to me. Both a hole for penetrating and a desire to possess it and break it.

Necks are a wonderful thing. They're a misunderstood temptation. The drowning sound, the little absence of sound! I thought there would be tiny squeals, that there would be some little croaking, like a frog looking into my eyes during the rainy season. But all I saw was eyes looking into mine with pity written all over them, red skin, hands that would've pressed over mine tied above her shoulders. The lens was my words of safety. The reality was a cruel smile wanting to choke her until nothing more was ever spoken through her mouth.

This is the norm of beauty imposed on us by the previous generations and the current ones. And I gladly accept their suggestions. I walk through this path set by others and my claws tear at the walls all around me. I bring destruction to the world that has given me the pleasure of existing. And when I see hidden beauty, I tear apart the covering. I don't play by the rules set by my ancestors. I play by my rules and the clothes that cover her cover her no more once I walk on her and drag her by the hair onto my bed.

I follow your words toward your treasure and break the coffer open. I take it all out, sell it, then kill the buyer and eat the goods that it got me. There is no honor in these sewers you call world. There is only me and what I see. The world belongs to me for I see it. To perceive is to acquire, and to acquire is to begin a possession. Welcome to my world, little one. I hope that you enjoy your stay right until the moment when I come to take your pleasure.

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