You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the signal for our show to begin.
The pain and the pressure of blinking with torn eyelids
Will most likely force you to scrunch up your entire face.
And as you endure this agonizing trial, the first droplet of blood
Will slowly ride down toward your wounded eyes;
A gentle river of red, flowing down your skin.
It will eventually fall against your Sclera, searing it, burning it
It will make you blink and shiver with pain as your body jerks and convulses.
An endless cycle of discomfort and suffering, as that which should relieve it
Perpetuates it for an eternity...
That my friend, is when you truly realise what I can do with you
That is when you will pray to your gods for release; but none will come.
And I shall enjoy every moment of watching your mind break
As I gently and tenderly lick the cold sweat away from your neck.
The taste of fear, the gasps of air that are locked within your lungs;
A sensual torture that is beyond imagining. This pain, this pleasure
Is my gift to you. It is my art, my worship and my devotion
To the Lady whom I serve eternally.
Now tell me my dearest Bishop:
"Where is the temple keeping my loving queen Morgana?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2012