I remember when I cared more for her safety than my own. I remember when my only desire was for her to be well, healthy, and experiencing any available form of elusive pleasure. Now she’s in my Hellhouse and she’ll never get out. I bury her in the back of my mind and let the maggots turn inside her. She’s nothing more than and energy and sympathy vampire. She doesn’t live off blood, so let her live off my hatred if that’s something she wants to eat.
