Savage

Do your damage. Go ahead. It's a free-for-all. Take your shot! It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Aim! Fire! You have a clear shot of the target. It's so simple. Knock yourself the fuck out!

Don't feel bad. Don't feel guilty.

Just enjoy the adrenaline, the crave, the moment.

Don't dwell on the consequences that might come.

Be bold! Be blunt. Be unforgiving.

Break it, break it until barely anything remains.

Only a shell. Lifeless and ready for abuse.

Gut it, like a fish. Rip out all the essential organs.

Render it useless.

It's all part of the process.

After all, in order to create you sometimes must destroy. Not destroy really, re-molding. Like a pottery master. Using your hands, your fingers, to shape every curve. Curved perfectly to fit your needs, your desires, your dark apetities.

That is what he did me to.

What he failed to understand is you can't tame raw elements, they will always find a way to remind man of their true power. Harness yes, without a doubt, but not control.

So please, if you think you can save me. Try and break me, tame me.

Just don't curse my name if the flames scorch your thin skin, if the raging waves flood your lungs, if the gust of ashes close your soft throat, if the earth reclaims your weak body.

Be proud in your demise, be proud you attempted to chain a Vixen.