I'm only satisfied with the Best.
Describing what the BEST really is for me, would be like dragging you into this WORLD you wouldn't believe it could even exist. Happens when you have to deal with an Artist.
The things I've seen, The people I've met, The power I had.. perhaps No one should ever experience if unprepared.
I had. And it nearly got me insane. No one should really be God, but it's better if you are.
And the darkest aspects of my personality surely felt more than fulfilled by it.
If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
I know exactly how the abyss feels. But isn't that beautiful also in its own twisted way?
I'm usually there. Right at the edge. Where people don't want to actually go but dream of it.
I would tell you what I expect of you, but you'd feel scared by it.
So I want you to actually GUESS IT for me.
Allow your intution to answer it for you. And if you can't handle it RUN.
Always run away from me if you can but don't expect me to not laugh cause of it.
TRUTH is I don't want to tell you about My Protocol.
I Had ONE. I got bored of it.
What I'm seeking is something else. And I want you to be that Something else for me.
Surprise me. Go crazy cause of me. Do everything for it. For that thing that you sense that I can provide yet that I won't name. But I'm a real Sadist. So guessing can't be too hard, now. can it?
You've asked me HOW MUCH.
As if you could literally handle how greedy I really can be when it comes to money.
I'll always ask EVERYTHING/ALL you own. Why? Because I know there's a part in you that really wants to suffer and actually give me all he has. To risk it all. It's better to feel alive than dead, isn't it?
So I avoid to say HOW MUCH. Because I want to see you struggling with yourself.
Having mixed feelings. Not knowing what to expect. Vulnerable and willing. And giving. And so Scared.
''What s next?'' Oh. I might just tell you.. or Not.
My Games are complex. My purposes even worse than that.
And Yes I really do enjoy being like this.
For years I've struggled to understand MYSELF and what makes me ME.
A Sadist. An Emotional Sadist. A Mental Sadist.
Why No matter where I went, or what I did, people kept asking me for something that they couldn't define themselves well. But that only I could provide.
Acceptance is never an easy thing. But with it power comes. And freedom.
While I do wish to be misunderstood because I know struggling not to would be pointless, I know when someone does understand me perfectly. And I can sense it. And those are the slaves that I really enjoy.
As for the rest. You do know I'm your worst nightmare, but you just can't help it, can you?