Broken by your decite.
The regret is flooding into my chest.
I see your face... covered in your blood.
It's satisfiying my needs.
It's dripping from my hands.
Cold... is the feeling of your breath...
...of your flesh as I force you to your depths.
Your debt to me will be paid.
Your suffering will clear the way,
The way BACK, back to what I loved!
Back to the way it was. To the way I was before you destroyed all this.
I smell your fear because I own your fear. I AM YOUR FEAR.
...And soon you will face me.
