Why? Why, do I let him treat me that way? I could rip his throat out with my teeth and suck him dry with my fangs in a matter of minutes. Instead, I let him abuse, threaten, and use me...all for his pleasure. Does the devil love? Love to hurt, torture, destroy, influence and pervert the course of lives. To protect, care, and cherish someone...it seems not.
Am I that undesirable now, he has to seek out ways to console his needs and desires? Not even being raped by my brother, hurt this much and in his warped mind, I think he believed he loved me. I felt anguish when I ended his corrupt life and in his last moments, he smiled up at me, while his blood rushed from the wound I made on his neck. When our sister Grace found us, I was soaked in our brother's blood, out stretched on the bed of pine needles, beneath a grove of old pines. She didn't run or scream, just walked up to our bodies, laying peacefully on the ground. She held out her hand and eventually I took it. We left him there, eyes wide, starring at the tree tops gently swaying. Hand in hand we returned to our village, but our brother would never come home again.
That bastard! How dare he treat me like a forgotten and useless toy. Haven't I always done what he asked...without question? His personal puppet, a dummy unable to say or do anything without its master's hand on it? I vowed no man to have me again and then I met him. Jack and Norman had been friends since they were very young, in an orphanage, then Jack happened to meet Grace at the Inventor's Coliseum. One day, I was invited to attend and that's when I met Norman. He was totally different than Jack and I was mesmerized by him. His sandy hair was cropped short and seemed to sparkle in the sun. He talked non-stop about this inventions, experiments, time travel, and I just listened, starring in awe at him. I'd never seen someone so alive before and he didn't seem concerned about how odd Grace and I looked from other 'humans.' My heart starting beating again that day and I knew I was his for eternity.
No! Those days are long gone and now all I feel is fear and pain. He saw a wild animal to tame and train, just part of his mad experiments, another test to conduct, a theory to debunk...Well, this test tube experiment is going to revolt and he will find out my bite is much worse than any bark, up to now. Threaten me again, Norman, dearest, and you'll feel more than the rough edge of my tongue!! Bastard!
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