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In the Care of a Serial Killer

Updated on November 4, 2016

I will stroke thee and feed thee

and thou shalt appreciate me.

Thou shalt understand

that thou may not invalidate me.


I will give thee home and hearth;

thou wilt have naught but respect for me,

but when I look in thine eyes

I see only enmity.


I deign to win thee with love

and thou wilt worship me,

but when I call thine name

why dost thou not come happily?


Thou now have raised my anger;

so sadly, I must punish thee.

Just a swat that will smart,

I do this all in love, dost thou see?


After, when I hold thee so tight,

thou wilt my love’s decree feel.

Why must thou squirm to escape?

With thee I would spend eternity.


For now I control thee with fear;

one day thou wilt understand me.

I know it hurts, what I do;

this, what thou hast forced to be.


I hear the cries of thine pain,

but I know this is good for thee;

when our little session is done

I will show thee such great mercy.


All thou dost is cower in fear,

Is this thine thanks for me?

Gratitude is what thou should show.

I guess this was not meant to be.


I am master of thine world;

of thine pain I must set thee free.

With no regret I now know;

It is another that’s destined for me.

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      justgrace1776 4 years ago

      Wow, Ryan. Some people won't be able to handle this one.

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