And she is mine again once more. My rag doll plaything. My pitiful puppet. My torment toy.
I will twist her. I will bend her. I. Will. Break. Her.
I will contort her soul. I will crack her bones. I will make her bleed and weep for pity.
I will hurt her. I will make her cry. I. Will. Make. Her. Beg.
But there will be no mercy for her. I will laugh at her agony. I will mock her suffering. I will scorn her pleas.
It is night time. It is my time. And I have come for her.
And I. Will. Have. My. Way.
For she is mine.
Mercy. Mother. Me.