I'm not sure who or where he was, but I wanted this bastard's head on a pole. I wanted to personally reach in and pull what passed for his heart out o... his chest and hold it before his eyes as he died. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do. Not tonight anyway. Tomorrow? Well, tomorrow was tomorrow, and at the very least I could start gathering up some more of the scattered pieces that eventually I hoped to assemble into a picture that would help me find this piece of human debris, drag him. Grandma likes to wear them when we play games, right Grandma?" again she nodded her head, "See?" She watched as his thing went in and out of her grandma's mouth, "Why would she like to do that? Isn't that where you pee from?" he laughed, "Yes, it is, it's also where babies come from and soon, the stuff that makes babies will squirt into Grandma's mouth and she will swallow it, just like a milkshake." The girl's eyes were full of wonder, "Grandma's going to swallow your babies?" Yes, Honey. It. Grabbing the gun she walked away from the door and back to her bed, her eyes heavy with sleep. And yet as she lay down to fall asleep all she could think about was letting him out and letting him fuck her. During the night as she slept, she didn’t hear the groaning of a door being pushed open quietly, or the bookshelf being pushed to the side. She didn’t hear the heavy footfalls walking towards her tiny body that was lying atop the blankets. She wore nothing but a large black shirt, and her. The ink used was a solid black, but written with such fine calligraphic pen, I couldn't help but appreciate it.Pressure built in the air around me. Run, run, run. I stayed. Took a seat."To the object of my blood lust, of my affections," the letter began, "you capture me. Your beauty, your grace, your wisdom, and the heat of the blood pulsing in your veins. The blood I long to spill, the blood I long to be mine. And only mine. You drive me, control me, pull me and push me back. But.