I put the bullet in the gun. I aim at you, but you don't run. You don't shudder. You don't flinch. You know I'm bluffing, that I'm just your bitch. I put the blade in my hand. I self destruct on command. I put it near your bare chest. You just laugh and take a breath. You don't shudder. You don't flinch. You know I'm bluffing, because I'm your bitch. I tie the rope. I do it well. Your head turns in. You can smell, the scent of fear drawing near. I've gone to far and you can hear the sound of the crack that ricochets through your back. Your head snaps back, but you just relax. You know I'm bluffing and this is true. I cut you loose, as I always do, but fate shades and hate grows. I'm out of control. You're on a role, so I lit the flame and tied you down, doused you with petrol. You're a light now. You scream. I don't hear. This satanic plan took me years. You look at me and begin to laugh, thinking I'll save you from the dark, from the hurt of these brutal flames. I'll let you sit and collect your remains. Fuck you! Shudder boy! You flinched! I called your bluff! Now who's your bitch!?!?!?
