I'm going to stab you, stab you with my black pen, puncture your lungs, your stomach, your thighs, run my rusty file across your neck, bite you, and make you bleed with a thousand bites, lapping your rancid blood. I am so going to keep you alive.


Life is good and wondrous, if, and only if,


I am jealous, red, with jealousy. You are everything, my ass. I love you, as much as I hate you. If you understand, blink thrice. She blinked. Twice.




You are going to pay an exorbitant price for this, and you can't pay for it in cash. So breathe. And breathe.


Now, take this green pen and push it through me. As slow as you can. Give a twist. A yank. A dash of lemon helps, you know. You know I'd love it. I want pain. I want misery. Love, me. Make love to me. I know you love it too.


The ferrous smell. Drink my blood. I'll drink your sweet nectar. She could not stop moaning.




Look into my wide-opened eyes. You can tell I am desperate. Desperate for help.


Please help me. I need help. Badly. Help. In exchange, you can have my body. You can have my soul.



You can help me, right?




You'll go mad, pretending to be mad.





Yea.