--edit profile.

The words slip my memory like a monkey falling off a broken tree branch. Maybe if the mindless ape would have masturbated just a little bit more, then his hands would be sticky enough to maintain his grip on the real wood and not his reproductive organ. The monkey falls. Suddenly, he is caught by another branch of the tree.

--hurt me no longer.

The memories slowly return, piece by piece. Stay strong, little monkey. Random images of pain flash through my mind, and I curse the God damn bitch who did this to me in the first place. I used to welcome the pain, because it strengthened me. Not just physical, but emot--

"GET THE FUCK UP, NOW!!"

The voice echoed within the lofty chamber. I had no intention of following this asshole's orders, much less opening my eyes. The return of my memories held a higher priority for the time being. I could still hear her lies reverberating through my skull. Why did you do this to me?

'The pain makes you stronger.'

What's the point in being stronger if I kill myself in the process?

'You need her. You need pain. Love creates pain.'

God damn it, I'm sick of it...I need to rest...I need to get my head straight...

"I SAID GET UP!"

...I need to do something important...I need to make a name for myself...

"GET UP NOW OR I'LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!"

...and I need to get rid of this annoying cop.

In one fluid motion, I grabbed the gun at my side and spun on my back. Three seconds later it was silent again. Good thing that noisy amateur lowered his gun. I guess he thought that if I was playing dead, then yelling like an idiot would make me drop the act. The death count had doubled. One more kill and I'd get a Killtastic. Back-up would arrive soon. That's okay. I'll be gone by the time they get here.

My eyes shut, and I return to the blissful darkness. My body feels rubbery, like the dildo that she slapped me across the face with earlier. The knowledge that she even had one hurt me more than the actual contact. The pieces assemble more rapidly. The monkey must be climbing back up the tree now. She had used me when I thought I was using her.

'Use her. You need some pain to motivate you in your work.'

I know, but...this? There will be no work to be done now, don't you see? It's all over! It's all--

--You will hurt me no longer.

That's what I said to her just 15 minutes ago. Now, as flies gathered around her bloody corpse, my only regret...is that I didn't get to her body before they did. Stupid insects. I'm hungry. Get the fuck out of my way.

The blood coming from the hole on her forehead was starting to dry. I thrust my tongue in the gap and bit down on her forehead, tearing off chunks of flesh. The skin was tough to chew, but it reminded me of pieces of steak that you eventually just give up on and swallow anyway. I could feel small insects squirming around in my mouth. Stupid flies. You deserve to die for not being fast enough to evade my bite. Once her face looked like that of a mummy without its wrappings, I tilted her head back and slurped the remaining blood out of the bullet hole -- like a child wanting to get every last drip out of his Coca-Cola bottle.

Sirens blared.
Doors opened.
Bullets fired.

I was too busy eating the corpse to concern myself with these distractions. Then everything suddenly went black. Now you literally are a part of me...forever.

Somewhere in South America, a monkey lay dead on the jungle floor.