Standing with the cult, reciting everything they say, praising the devil to get what you need.
But need? Need to play with 14 year old child? Need to shatter her soul, her character, her emotions? A random girl did nothing but got scared of your blood and accidents, girl who cared for other’s emotions before hers. A girl who sacrificed her identity and became a piece of shit for you, need? What need? Need to shatter her soul again after 7 years when she was doing fine in her life moved on from her past traumas you gave her? Now that girl wasn’t scared of blood anymore because she filled her body with self-made scars.
You felt a need to spell her identity to ruin her life again why? To get what you need but what need? What did you receive? Why felt a need to abandon her? Why felt a need to ruin her reputation? Why felt a need to throw her in jail? In solitude? Merely because she took stand for her soul because she told you she isn’t scared of your blood anymore? So you needed it? Right? You needed to sell my soul to your lord Satan? To get what you need but need? What need?
Need to spoil her without getting caught? To get what you need you took help from Satan? Why? Why the fuck you needed to ruin a life what did you get? Why you felt a need to take away her honor? Destroy her mental health her identity once again to turn her into a clown? Why did you take Satan’s help to ruin a life? Were you not enough? Were you less than Satan in my life? Or you wanted to play saint? Or you wanted a lord to defeat a human like me?
You know what? I won from him I fooled him, gave him a goat treat as a sacrifice of living organism, I won from him I won from you I won strength I won faith of God and his divine creations, I stopped fearing Demons i meet everyday in my room, I won from nightmares I faced daily for three years. I defeated your companion with the help of God I repeated history. He is defeated by God again.
But you know what I have lost? My honor, my friends, my family, my innocence, my ability to feel pain, my ability to feel happy, my will power, my desires, my expectations from life, my stable identity. I was a princess. I lose charms of life to like flowers, to like rain, to like nature, to feel excited the way I used to. I have survived all the battles, didn’t exactly won all of them but didn’t stop breathing. I have survived….but lose my identity I won but your lord Satan took what he wanted to, to provide you what you needed.