A letter to her, from Hell.
Here is the Maneater, Empress of devils. First day in Hell is with her. My First, and last. It is a strange thing to know she will fuck me to death and eat me alive.
All I wanted was to die and go to Hell for her. Here. All around me are dedicated monsters and submissive devils. The damned of the empress. The Hell empire.
She is a Maneater. Feisty, confident, aggressive, the ultimate elegance. Femme fatale. I love feeling nervous and overcoming it, feeling that rush. I am addicted.
Look at me. It is fun being depraved. I Admit It. I am in love with fear. Chasing my own sexual monster. A fist fight for that eternal sparkle of fear. For Empress only.
All my excitement in life, and death, comes from fear. It comes from adrenaline. In that fear farm, I harvest my feelings. Terror, panic, anxiety, all this is addicting.
Who wants to destroy, ends up destroying himself. Men, monsters, devils, a giga self-fuck! Empress loves them all. She is a humanist. Maybe the last humanist.
“What to say about control?” Empress asks “You think you are no fear. What do you know? Devils get no free will. You are dead for me, submit to your Empress.”
Fear gives different sensations: excitement, uncertainty, and pressure. This have no purpose. I am alive or dead for no reason. I belong to Hell, in Her empire.