"You wanna know how I killed that blasphemous bastard you call an ancestor? Do you wanna fuckin' know how I motherfuckin' killed him?" A malicious smirk, "I'll tell ya, I bashed in his motherfuckin' skull and then I painted the walls with his heathen blood. It was fuckin' glorious! A true motherfuckin' miracle!"
"You're a monster," Eridan Ampora spat, his anger evident, wrists bleeding as he struggled against the chains that bound him to the dungeon wall.
"Monster?" The Grand Highblood laughed as though it was the greatest joke he had ever heard, "You don't even know the meanin' of the word, but don't worry, motherfucker, you'll learn."
Eridan stopped struggling almost instantly, suddenly paralyzed by fear, as the larger troll suddenly advanced on him, eyes dark with a mixture of lust and cool burning hatred.
"I'm gonna teach you the true motherfuckin' meanin' of the word of monster!"
Screams rang out as the Grand Highblood made good on his promise. Stealing Eridan's innocence and breaking him all in one go.