"Well, well, hello there monster, how have you been all locked up like that? I see daddy has been extra tight on all of the chains."

It's been only one week since they brought him in, all struggling and red burning eyes, and chained him up in a padded room like Gabriel freaking Gray.

"Who are you?"

When he first came in, all misty eyed about some girl (blond and not loving the monster back, as expected) I let him have some space before I pounced on him, hehe.

"Your new master, doom-boy, and you my good little boy are my shiny new toy, get used to it because your going to be here for a long, long time."

"Who the hell are you?"

For such a monster man he was nothing but a mushy, gushy man but knowing that the beast was hiding deep within his breast is enough for me to stay and make him toy number five and a half (as if I'd count Sylar as anything, he is after all my murderer).

"Elle, Elle Bishop. Your new master, the new blond in your life but this time I'm not going to run off with the hero and instead of keeping the beast all locked up I'd rather see him out and about."

-

It was a full-time job making the man before me (who one day would be the monster without the doomsday) into the perfect toy, one that I could grab on to and never let go, well, until he becomes a bore just like all the others.

(and it's about time I pick up one of my old toys, one that calls himself a god because he can regrow parts and pieces)

"Stop asking for that girl, she doesn't know where you are and it's quite clear (while her tongue's down husbands throat) she isn't looking for little old you."

For days and days (of gray walls and fighting back monster) he didn't believe any of the venom covered words that came off my lips, those things he began to identify with blue and sparks.

But after weeks and weeks (when beauty wasn't there to sooth the beast, only me) he saw all the truth to my words, that the one he loved was only filled with pity and no love at all but he had another blond that did not pity him a single bit.

"Shock me again, El."

(and this my friends was one of records for breaking a person down bit by bit)

"I told you that you'd start to like it, and here we are only one step away from monsterville."