Seething, her soul is scratching at the invisible boundaries in which it cannot push its way through.
Watching, while yet another victim unknowingly enters your carefully setup attempt for another assault. Straining to penetrate her ears with silent warnings of the evil that awaits, while you begin your process to feed off of others to sustain your disgusting excuse of a human being. The heaviness of you makes the air dense with pollution.
Some day, oh yes, some day you will be snuffed out by another and in an inhumane unnatural way, your vapors will slither to the devil himself.
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