Chapter 10: Twisted (PG16)

We get it, you vape: you don't give a fuck about yer own lil precious soul, you gotta polish that brain till it shines through with tar, pump that heart till it spins round like it got a headache. Say hey, I love my black heart rotten with evil like the deadass psycho that I have in me, like the badass Rambo imbued in me. But then oh, you tellin me my heart is sick? Oh yep, it's sick coz you say hi then you don't reply so what's the point of saying hi or bye. Yeah, hey, I'm sick, lyin' on the floor, but yo, I ain't dead, so go to bed. Ya hate me like fire shies from water? Uh huh, that's what ya said before you died, before you extinguished, went out with a silent bang 'long with a teeny spurt of blood. Pitter patter blood drop on the floor, you gotta mop it up, lick it up, suck it all up. Stick them twerkies up in the air coz you gotta get em smashed. Still think I ain't a psycho? I'm sick and lyin' on the floor but your chubby buns are gonna get banged so hard--still dare to say that me bein' a vamp dom don't scare like it should? Think again 'coz you got another think comin', take that chance and hold it like the precious treasure it is and then use it with dramatic quietness, coz thinking is silent work and oh, while you think just tilt that sexy lil chin up so that I can sew that pouty peachy lips of yours up.