Your fingers will bleed from scratching at the walls of your heart. Your cheeks will be raw from the salt of your never-ending tears. You will see none but me wherever you turn.
Even if I respond to your pleas and grant you and illusion of solace, your satisfaction will be fleeting and the desire for more will burn your insides to ashes. And from the ashes you will rise again and again upon a mere sight of me, even if just in your dreams.
In the prison of your own mind you will be a tortured hostage and I – your coveted executioner. You will beg for death, for the end of it all, but you will fight to stay alive just for the mere hope to steal a glimpse of me, to hear my voice, to feel my touch. Even if my touch brings only pain, even if my voice only taunts your name, even if the sight of me is but an agonizing reminder of my cruelty you will ache for me for the mere promise of my presence. For you will have no other desire but me. And thus I will avenge myself.
My retribution will be my pleasure. My pleasure will be your torture. And I will give you strength to withstand even more pain. I will be the conductor of the funeral march of my own macabre arrangement: your nerves will be my taut strings, your heartbeat my drum and the hollows of your bones – my softly whispering flutes. An unending ode to joy that never was nor will ever be.
And I will rule you. I will be generous in my torture and cruel in my caress. You tortured heart and body will bruise and the short lived pleasure will make the bruises bleed.
My revenge will be sweet, my precious Sarah, the pain you unwittingly inflicted will be returned to you hundredfold. You've turned my world, yet yourself you will have no world but me now. The starts will move like shards of glass, blazing through your veins, ripping them open. You will run high and far in the maze of your unquenched desire for me, and all you'll find will be my eyes, thousand fold as cruel as yours.
And your curse will be great and unbreakable, because through the pain and suffering you will believe in me. Yes, you will. Live without sunshine, you will. You won't even know the idea of light, surrounded by the all-consuming darkness of your desire for me. You will live with your heartbeat thundering through the void of your misery but you will never feel mine beat close to yours.
I can't live within you, but I will. I will join you in the bowels of your mind to watch your ongoing suffering. Each time you long for my cool fingers to sooth your burning, my sharp talons will meet and slice your tender skin. Your body will be breaking from the physical pain, yet it's the pain of unfulfilled desire, always present and never granted, that will slowly kill you.
And you will not crumble in a spectacle like a great castle turned upside down. I will take you apart slowly, a grain of sand at a time stolen from the shores of your dreams. You will have nowhere to hide and I will consume you completely.
I will be the flame at the wick's tip, burning up the smooth white wax of your flesh. And when none will be left but formless molten remnants of you, the fire that consumed you will go out for I can't live within you or without you. You loved me, feared me, did as I said and I was your slave. I brought your demise to you exactly as you wished for you never forgave yourself for your childish arrogance.
Such a price to pay for the stubbornness of a girl who takes care of a screaming baby!
What a pity.