We are dirty, dirty sinners. Keep paving your way through dirt, ash, and dust. Make your enemies choke on the taste of their own blood. They are vile and so are you. You are superior.

I like to imagine my enemies on their backs and on their knees, welts across their stomachs and their chests. I want to see them in pain.

The look of fear on your face when I scrutinize you brings me so much pleasure.

You flinch, and I smile. You scream, and I laugh. Your pain is my joy and my joy is your pain.

Just hearing your name is enough to make my face flush, and my heart pound. There are so many dirty things I want to do to you, and not all of them are appropriate.