She finally admitted to owning the darkest pages of her life, albeit bitterly,

Finally surrendering to turning some of the blackest pages in human history…

She tried to hold on to the memories of the hugs and kisses; but they were all too slippery,

She remained haunted by the ghosts of her master’s taunting mockery,

Ghosts meticulously veiled in the cloak of tainted christianity,

Constantly hovering over her, ever so religiously,

Slowly but surely shaping her into some sort of despicable monstrosity,

Until she became something she hated a bit too deeply…

Her master had finally scarred and damaged her irreversibly.

Now, in the dark, twisted depths of her new-found hellish normalcy,

She figures that, only the taste of death can resuscitate her back to sanity…