The monster had been sleeping for years. No longer awake, he was no longer tempted. It was not being placated that made him dormant, but rather the consistent suppression of his urges which shut him down for decades.
This monster was inside of me, and I was his keeper. I was the one who ascertained he was forbidden from tasting that which he had consistently craved for years. It was difficult work, though I was good at denying him what he so desperately wanted.
But even the most careful of us can make mistakes.