You think you're different? So did blue, so did red, so did green and so did gray. They all got smashed together into a forgettable ball called ex. What makes you so special? I don't have to be nice to you. I won't be nice to you. IF, and that's a big IF, I choose to be nice to you it's because your ass has a unique curve. It's because your mouth lacks a gag reflex. It's because I can call you without hearing any useless bullshit.
I'm a monster. I know what I am. If you want to pretend I'm a vampire with sparkly skin that's your mistake. I'll suck out your life-force without regret and I'll make sure you recognize your own naivete before I steal your last breath. You have an inflated sense of purpose. You spend your time wondering if you'll fit into this or if you'll look fat in that but no one really cares. You ask those questions because you're insecure. I pray for the insecure. I prey on the insecure. I'll devour you. I'll wrap my fingers around your throat and make you beg for more. Go ahead and act offended, you know you want it. You're a silly girl and I'm here to violate you. I will violate you, you'd be disappointed if I didn't.