Is she the one to bring me death? My fragile, cracked doll? Don't be foolish. There is nothing she can do to me. She's growing weaker and weaker, I've just proved it to her. Of course, she's not talking to me now, but I hope she's finally learned the lesson. It's pointless to raise against me. It's not more than a waste of time, energy, and money. It's not advised to waste those things, my dear.

She doesn't want to accept that she's not the same anymore. Things have changed over the time, and so has she. She used to be strong, I admit it, but now she wouldn't be able to handle things on her own. She would fall fast alone out there. It's better to keep her here, with me. I must keep her safe. I need her. And I want her.

I don't know if it's caring, or greed. Or the simple reason for my obsession with her is that I want to take my revenge on her. For some reason, I like to know when she's hurt. Then I can nurse her back to health and watch her break again and again. I give her my sweetest words, but I feel strange satisfaction when I see new cracks on my doll, the wounds on her body.

But I don't always need to hurt her to feel content. Seeing her inferior to me often does the job. When I just hear her sigh at my touch, when she frowns so adorably, when she shivers as she holds my hand... And that only gets better. I'm always so impatient to hear her moan or scream, and to feel her clutch me so deperately. It fills my heart with warmth. She's so beautiful, so weak and all mine. That's when I'm the greediest, when I can't get enough of her helplessness. When I can play with her as I like, that's when I'm the happiest. Then she's my doll, and I am the puppeteer.

I wonder why I feel this way. Why am I so cruel to her? How can it be? Maybe... Is this the way I want to pay her back all the bullying from back then? When she was strong and I was not, and she always appeared to beat and mock me? Because I can't count how many times I lay on the ground in pain, holding what I didn't want to give her tightly, I was bruised and bleeding, and she laughed! She was merciless then, she haunted me in my nightmares, I cried at the thought of her coming near me again. And I had sworn to take my revenge. I could never forgive her.

She should be glad this is all I do to her. I will let her think I've forgotten all those things. I will let her think I don't care anymore. I will let her think I want her to be alright, but she must suffer. She deserves nothing better.