Cruel 2. You Can't Escape

I want her. I want her blood, her tears, her cries and moans. I want to play with her until I break her—then destroy her, burn her, dissolve her into myself. I want her whole, without any remainder. I want to become her shadow, her dream, and her reality—her nightmare. I’m possessed by her the way a sick psychopath can be possessed. She calls me cruel, and I enjoy her fear and pain. And I want her love and passion just as crazily. Contains profanity.