Post by Helena Ring on Apr 6, 2015 3:11:24 GMT
The scene opens up at a playground, and we immediately lock our eyes on a woman dressed in black who rests on a swing, rocking back and fourth aimlessly, her head lying askew along her shoulders, her eyes digressing, wandering from side to side, the lady clearly locked in a secret dark corner of her subconscious. As she rebounds from her current rock forward, her feet slam against the gravel, stopping her motions, and her eyes simultaneously close shut. After a brief moment to gather her thoughts, the Covetous Cunt awakens, her face contorted into a fierce glower. Her lips trembling with contempt, with her head hoisted in sheer vanity. And though she commenced to speak in a sullen tone, you could hear the distinct bit of arrogance in her voice.
“Women are such foolish creations, full of blemishes, often small, but fundamental weaknesses. Such flaws like compassion, and innocence. But the worst of all these defects is love. Jessica Reed, Candy, Rayne, Wolverina, you are the personification of endearment, and for that, you are completely imperfect. You’ve encircled yourself in a fallacy, surrounded in a misconception that love and goodness will conquer all. But I will remind you, that love is too great a burden to bear; it injures the lover more than the loved.”
Helena vigorously kicks her feet against the unconsolidated mixture of rocks and pebbles, her aura of confidence suddenly and simultaneously vanishing and being replaced with sorrow and affliction.
“I used to feel your type of love, until that love was suppressed. Then I began to understand that while love sees sharp, hatred sees sharper, making it the longest pleasure. People love in haste dear girls, but they detest in leisure. Can you tell me Jessica or any of you, why this malevolence, this enmity, this abhorrence, comes out so easily while this “love” is locked inside? No? Then let me emancipate you from your bewilderment, and liberate you from your incognizance, by revealing to you the simple truth about people.”
“From their deepest desires emerges their deadliest hatred, not their strongest feeling of love!”
She points to the swing beside her, desolate, swinging in its lonesome.
“Like this swing here ladies, we’re built alone. We live alone and we die alone. We use love to create an illusion that we’re not alone, but when that false love vanishes, the harsh realization finally crashes down on our cerebrums like a ceiling and leaves us in anguish. I will educate you on this matter in person soon enough, but for now Domi Natrix will feel my wrath."
“When we meet tonight Domi Natrix, I’m going to annihilate, obliterate, and completely exterminate you. And I won’t need any swords and knives or whips and chains to get the job done. I’m gonna use my bare hands and though our altercation won't be contested under the rules I would like, you will bleed.”
The woman rises from the swing; her head titled forward, her long black locks protecting her from the scorn of the audience. And as she makes her final comment, she crosses her arms in an ‘X’ formation.
“And I’ll love every bit of it.”
“Women are such foolish creations, full of blemishes, often small, but fundamental weaknesses. Such flaws like compassion, and innocence. But the worst of all these defects is love. Jessica Reed, Candy, Rayne, Wolverina, you are the personification of endearment, and for that, you are completely imperfect. You’ve encircled yourself in a fallacy, surrounded in a misconception that love and goodness will conquer all. But I will remind you, that love is too great a burden to bear; it injures the lover more than the loved.”
Helena vigorously kicks her feet against the unconsolidated mixture of rocks and pebbles, her aura of confidence suddenly and simultaneously vanishing and being replaced with sorrow and affliction.
“I used to feel your type of love, until that love was suppressed. Then I began to understand that while love sees sharp, hatred sees sharper, making it the longest pleasure. People love in haste dear girls, but they detest in leisure. Can you tell me Jessica or any of you, why this malevolence, this enmity, this abhorrence, comes out so easily while this “love” is locked inside? No? Then let me emancipate you from your bewilderment, and liberate you from your incognizance, by revealing to you the simple truth about people.”
“From their deepest desires emerges their deadliest hatred, not their strongest feeling of love!”
She points to the swing beside her, desolate, swinging in its lonesome.
“Like this swing here ladies, we’re built alone. We live alone and we die alone. We use love to create an illusion that we’re not alone, but when that false love vanishes, the harsh realization finally crashes down on our cerebrums like a ceiling and leaves us in anguish. I will educate you on this matter in person soon enough, but for now Domi Natrix will feel my wrath."
“When we meet tonight Domi Natrix, I’m going to annihilate, obliterate, and completely exterminate you. And I won’t need any swords and knives or whips and chains to get the job done. I’m gonna use my bare hands and though our altercation won't be contested under the rules I would like, you will bleed.”
The woman rises from the swing; her head titled forward, her long black locks protecting her from the scorn of the audience. And as she makes her final comment, she crosses her arms in an ‘X’ formation.
“And I’ll love every bit of it.”
Well howdy there pardner.