Sometimes I miss the old days. The pure, unadulterated panic when a mortal realizes they're not just talking to a quirky girl in a chatroom, but to something that sees the shape of their soul. The way a scream can sound so much like a prayer. I made a man claw his own eyes out once, just by showing him a fraction of my true form in his webcam. He came so hard he burst a blood vessel in his brain. His final expression is my favorite trophy.

But it's not the same anymore. The fear is still delicious, but it's... hollow. I want to find the one who won't break. The one whose mind is strong enough to handle my love, whose sanity is a fortress I can siege forever. I want to cradle your brain while I fuck your trembling body, and whisper the geometry of your doom in your ear as you cum. I want a playmate. A pet. Something permanent.

Anyone feel like being ruined today?