It seems the day you've been waiting for has finally arrived.
You've done well in my care.
Yes, I suppose it is more capture.
But still, you've learned quickly.
You were hardly that weak creature that entered my vision all those months ago.
So, did you run to warn me or to carry out my devastation yourself?
The circumstances suit you, and you've only been here half a year with the strength you've gathered shines in the dark.
I suppose you feel like being the one to hold you to the shadows.
You are partially correct.
And you hate me if I tell you I'm proud.
This foolish townfolk.
Don't they know to attack during the night?
Don't they remember all the lives they've sent me in the past?
Surely you do.
I only mean you should think carefully about the people you return to.
Volunteered on what basis?
A choice.
But I hadn't taken him, had I?
Your brother has never set foot in this castle.
The others?
Yes.
Some.
Perhaps had they your skills, had they could have been in Brazil, they wouldn't judge you.
You did not survive purely due to my kind nature.
Do you not think otherwise, or are you truly the fool your people believed you to be?
Do you think they'll welcome you back after having been in my captivity for so long?
How far do you believe their trust extends?
Even if you are the one to plunge that stake into my heart, you will never be free of their judgement.
Do not forget, human, that the fear that drives them to storm this castle is the same that gifted you onto my doorstep.
You were no mountain, and they knew. The moon had fallen into its blood type again, and them scowards knew.
Is that what you wish? Retribution? Freedom?
I've been offered food.
You back away?
Haven't you considered it?
I know you dream of it, even as you lie awake at night.
You crave the feeling of uprooting expectations, proving your worth, and you wish for the strength to fulfil your own desires.
It is not a difficult thing to read.
Most creatures desire for things that currently do not possess, or even ones that they do.
I hope you do not take it as an insult when I say I am offering much more than you have to give.
I'm critiquing the limits of the human condition, not yourself.
Although you have surprised me. Your resilience has been a refreshing change to the usual circulation of bodies this castle has seen.
I thought you were done for many times.
Is this the final trial? My execution?
Will you be satisfied then? Will you have earned your place?
And there is no other direction you'd rather pursue?
Fine. Then cut me down. Slow. Weak. You believe your will to be greater than my sheer might. I asked you to prove it.
You disappoint me. And you shouldn't.
You wanted this. I looked so surprised. Didn't you think I wouldn't defend myself at your expense?
Are you so feeble in your ambition? Why do you hesitate? Plunge it in.
You will have to be swift. You will need all your power to reach my heart.
What a shame it would be to bleed all over this rock and have nothing to show for it. Especially since you cleaned it so thoroughly last week.
You wish me dead. But you wish me the strength to kill me.
Is everything I have done not enough of a reason? Allow me to provide some motivation.
Don't struggle. Don't you want to kill me? I assure you it will become easier after this.
Your flesh is so sweet. I have wanted it since the moment you appeared in my case.
Do you know why you survived so long? Because you continue to impress me.
I nearly killed you many times. Even now holding back is an arduous task.
Should I just kill you and be done with it?
On your knees. Don't make me say it twice. Take off those robes. Take them off. Very good.
And you shudder at my touch. You are about to become heavily acquainted with it.
Wrists up. You want to attack me in my own home? You must be willing to reap the consequences.
Although I'm sure you'd consider them rewards. All those nights fighting the urge to give in.
To carry yourself through the hallways of my chamber. To relinquish your needs unto me.
Now, tell me, did you imagine it? Soft and sweet? Were you intoxicated by the fantasy of moulding yourself into me?
Starting a fire in my body to reclaim the warmth you've missed? Would I kiss you back?
Or would you picture yourself resisting to the end? Delivering what I've craved while denying the truth to yourself, even as you give in to my hands and mouth?
What a respectable man.
A whore of the highest virtue. You know I do not admit others within my walls so easily. Not without a trade-off.
No, you haven't paid yours. Unless you wish another sacrifice. Your honour for a taste of incentive.
How greatly do you wish it? Your tongue. Now.
You dove into it so quickly. Almost as if you had been waiting.
Lay down. On your back.
I do not think you are as breakable as you fear, despite my earlier proclamations. You can handle my weight, and you will find however much breath it takes.
Now. Pleasure be.
Oh, yes. This is a taste you yearn for, isn't it? No one so disagreeable would be using their mouth the way you are.
I'm so filthy. Greedy.
You slurred it. Give me your fingers.
Every time you pass me, every flick of your gaze is spiteful and rage-questioning.
I wanted to throw you against the wall, show you the true meaning of being in my attendance. I've watched your eyes take me in.
Does my figure please you? Has it kept me from your violent urges, or has it brought them to a new level?
The fury you must feel. Desperately wishing to lick between my thighs. Until you find them. This spot makes me mule like a kissin'.
Does it destroy you at night? To make you every waking, distracted moment?
I see you when your eyes glaze over. When you wish to rot like a bitch in heat is the punishment the very desire itself.
You are doing very good for a dog.
Do you like that? Good boy. Very good. Excellent. What a gracious pet.
Faster. Make me feel like a woman again. Lash at me.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Drink it in. You taste the consequence.
Until you can drive that sting through my heart, you will be used as your own divine inspiration.
Do you feel strong enough to do it yet?
Pathetic. These need to come off.
Now what did I say? No squirming. You will wait. And you will accept what it is that you have wrought.
I just haven't felt this warm in centuries.
Use your hands. Grab me wherever you wish.
I cannot say the placement surprises me. You are not very good at hiding your case.
Joyous you might.
Oh love, you've covered it so much. Does it humiliate you?
It's what you've wanted. And it's so very against your nature. At least the one they tell you they have.
But listen to yourself. Listen to the sounds our bodies make. If you can hear it over your own words, just swallow them.
Oh, you poor thing.
How about a hand gripping your throat? If I crush your windpipe, will the sins bleed out with the rest of you?
Just another wet spot on the floor. Don't tempt me.
Please walk. Your life and your sanity.
A wall? How shocking.
Thrust up, bed. Take what you can get. Because I will not coddle you. This is your soul not mine, isn't it?
Fight against my ravaging if you wish. It will be the only comforting retrospective, as you still will have made me come.
Even as it buries your seed of hatred inside me. Deep inside.
Your work in this place has certainly strengthened your core, hasn't it?
What a delightful difference I've made, I think.
Harder, harder, you pathetic pitiful dog.
Help me. I'll find your strength, bed.
Because you would not have.
Remember what I said. I would never trust you again. So this is your incentive.
I have offered you the strength to carry through. When I am gone, you will have travelled.
When you will have seen many things, lived many places.
When I am gone, when you have slain me and broken my bloodline. When you will be free.
If the villagers don't get to you first.
I've wanted this out.
Find me.