So we meet again. How wonderful this is! This is truly splendid. I can smell your pain, your fear, your misery. It is like music to my ears. Have you finally given up on this twinkle of useless filth you call hope? No? That is truly interesting, you are more resilient than expected, but you will give up on the disgusting word in due time. You are a weak-minded Pawn, with no purpose in this hideous world of ours. You are a Pawn, nothing more, nothing less. But I am the King, the Queen, the Knight, the Bishop, and the Rook but ultimately I am the King. I rule over you. Your little frail mind is fractured, broken, yet it is resistant to change. But that doesn’t change the fact that you are a broken Pawn. As I choke the life out of your crippled, twisted body. I will your lungs with my toxins, I will tie you up with my chains, bound you to my will. You will become mine like every other Pawn. Ahh, the terror in your lifeless, pale eyes is so beautiful to see. You can run from me, but in reality, you cannot. Negativity follows you everywhere, creeping around every corner. All have left you, everything has abandoned you. Left you to rot and wither away into nothingness. Your cries of agony are like wind chimes to my ears, simply beautiful to listen to, over and over again. I will carve you open, skinning you alive. I will drain you of your organs, your blood, your emotions, your everything. Being tortured will become your passion, your love, then I will take that away from you as well, leaving you alone, utterly destroyed. BUT YET YOU REFUSE TO GIVE IN! JUST SUBMIT TO ME AND MY WILL YOU FUCKING USELESS PAWN! Just give up! You have lost everything, and have nothing to gain by fighting and resisting me. But in due time, my little Pawn, I will break you, you will be broken. You will be completely fractured and broken, unrecognizable. In the end, I will win, I always win. I am the King after all. I have everything bent to my will. I am a master in a world full of slaves, a god in a world of mortals, a destroyer in a world of saviors. I am good and evil, both the sides of the coin, heads, and tails. A friend or foe but it all depends on if you obey my will little Pawn. So break down and fall apart into little shards of glass, so that I can fix you into an image that I see fit. I will end you and make you once, but this time you will belong to me at long last. When that day finally arrives, I will have won and it will be absolutely glorious! So struggle for as long as you want Pawn. I can wait for eternity. For I am the King and you are the Pawn.

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