Everyone has a hero that they have looked up to or have taken strength from in times of strife. My heroes just tend to be more … unique. I grew up in a different environment than your average person. My foster Mother thought I was evil, and she was scared of me. With good reason. There aren’t many who actually “like” me, but that is okay. I have always been a bit of loner.
Back to my Heroes. All of mine tend to be those who are along the lines of more violent in nature. I feed off of their depravity. I take comfort knowing that if it were possible, they would be my kindred. We would spend night after night doing all the things that they do so well. I would revel in the pure evil nature of it all. It would bring out my lustful nature in full force.
I know I’m pretty damn beautiful and that helps so much in gaining the trust of those who I play with. I go in soft and slow only to later bring a world of pain down upon those sweet no longer innocent things that lay below me. Oh, and those friends that I have? The must have the same heroes I have because they sure do love playing along right with me.
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