It's harder to control her these days. She has gone to some kind of rage. Given a chance, she will probably lay everyone. It's a good thing she can not say no to the intoxicating drinks that I entice her with. Those mortal drinks render her powerless.
I hate her even more. I should be happy with her "little achievements". She has become bolder, more assertive, less submissive. However, there is this annoying animosity that my brain toys against all these ferocious activities she is doing. And she is sadder than ever, which works to my advantage. The lonelier she gets, the stronger I become.
Pity, she can not recall anything. I made her do that. In the heat of passion, I would take over, crashing these pitiful lustful creatures with my claws. I had to be there. These animals pound on her like hungry demons. , fight back. They thought it was pleasure. They thought it was part of the game. Men. How could they be so stupid?
I would rather she be with another girl. Skin so soft, so tender to the touch, so soothing to the senses, that is what she needs. If she chooses to be with a girl, I would make her remember everything. There will be no bruises, no marks.
I need to perfect my moves. I can feel my near demise. I can not let her do that.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
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