When I got there, he was already dead. It wasn't me that
killed him. Well, actually it was me, in a way. It was my
poison that killed him. I just slipped his throat for the
show, but he would've ended up dead either way. That's what
happens to whoever messes with me. Son of a bitch, thinks he
can rape me and get away... He'll rot in hell, at least
that's for sure. Buying my sould from a demon, and abusing
the fact to use me as a sex-slave, a whore... God dammit, I
wish I could bring him back to life again, just to slip his
throat for real. Look at his god damn eyes, smile, say "No
one messes with me... ever!", and slip his god damned
throat. Fuck it, I would'nt slip his throat, I'd torture him
first. Yeah... So the son of a bitch will suffer. Deserves
it, godammit! I wish I could return him the favour, show him
who's boss. Just hear him cry out for his mother once, that
will make the rest of my life peacfull. All I really need.
Here that mother fucker's voice, screaming for my help... It
would be so good if only i just could. Take his god damn
dick, cut it all off, and make him EAT it. He'll learn to
stick things up my mouth, that son of a bitch....then I'm
gonna cut off his balls, and take his eyes out... no, not
yet, I want him to see what I'm doing, so he'll scream in
fear. Yeah. And then I'm gonna take a knife... No, a club,
and take that club, and give some hell of a hits, right in
his stomache. He'll see what it is to be pregnant, yeah...
I'll make him scream in pain, and then take that same club,
and stick it right up his ass. All the way up. Just so he
will know how it feels. And I wont get it out yet, oh no.
Then I'll push his hair all the way back, trying deeply not
to rip it off, and then push that club in and out of his
ass. Now he will now how it feels. And I'm gonna go on
untill his hair is torn out, or untill the club breaks up or
something. And then I'm gonna take his god-forsaken whip,
"the belt", and slap it on his back. Gonna let his back all
red, blood all over it. Then I'm gonna put it around his
neck, and push. Untill his whole face is blue. And when I'm
done, I won't let him die in peace, I'll take the knife I
mentioned earlier, and look in his eyes. And he will see how
satisfied I am, and he will cry, and he will beg for my
mercy. And he will beg I would kill him, and it will all be
over. But I won't kill him yet. Oh no, I'm gonna take the
knife, and rip his eyes out. And then I'm gonna take his
balls, that I cut off earlier, and stick them where his eyes
used to be. I wonder, can he cry without his eyes? Or will
he just scream? Interesting thought, I'll ask someone
someday. Back in heaven. 'Cause I'm going to heaven, not
like him. 'Cause I'm pure, I suffered all my life, and I
didn't end it. Oh no. I kept taking, because life is
something sacred that you can't take away, even not from
your own self. Because only god can decide who's life should
be over, its not a choice that anyone can take. Its
something that you cant just ruin like that, like HE did.
That little son of a bitch... I would almost kill for a
chance to get him again. To torture him, to make him suffer,
to make him plead for hell. I will show no mercy. He is a
sinner, and there is no mercy for sinners, right?
And he is a sinner alright, no doubt about it. I sold my
soul to a demon, ok, its a sin, I admit it. But it was'nt my
fault. I was doing it to save a life of a friend... He would
die if I wouldn't have gotten that help from the demon. And
then the demon used me. Made me get his stuff, that kinda
things... Easy things. I didn't regret that act, and
wouldn't regret it, if it wasn't for HIM. The little asshole
buyed my soul. God know how he did that. He must of had
something the demon wants, I dont know what was it. But he
got my soul. And from then on, it was a god-damn
nightamre....
He MADE me want him. After all, my soul was his, he could do
whatever he wanted with me. I was his to command. And the
idiot got me to his house, day by day, just to suck his
disgusting dick. Let him shove it up my ass right after.
What could I do? I was his.
Wow, I would do anything to go visit him, down there in
hell, just to look in his eyes, and say "In your FACE! Who's
suffering now, huh?" and he'll know it was I that killed
him. That idiot, when I wasnt sucking his fucking dick fast
enough, would take a whip, that he even bothered to call
"the belt", and slapped my back. It hurts like hell. If I
had the chance, I would show him exactly how much it hurt.
Yeah...
Three, long, horrible, son of a bitch years, I had to suffer
that... "thing". And I didn't make a move. I don't know if
its because I am strong of nature, or because he made me. I
couldn't tell the difference. When he started refusing to
stop when I asked him, that's when I knew something was
wrong. I added a few things, like the fact that the demon
didn't ask for a thing for alot of time, and got to it. He
confessed, but didn't stop. Did I have the power to stop
him?
Of course not. And now he can't stop me. Son of a bitch, I
gotta see him, one more time. Visit him in hell. Just for
him to see what it is.
I took a fucking glass of wine, filled it with poison, and
gave it to him. The same day, my neighbour told me to take a
knife, and slip his throat while he is asleep. When I got
there, I knew he was dead. But I slipped his throat anyway.

Who cares? The neighbours would be happy, I would be a hero.
But the son of a bitch didnt suffer a moment. Died at his
sleep.
Damn you. Damn you all. I'm gonna show you. I'll visit you
in hell. Son of a bitch! Here I come!!!!!!!