I’d rather not.
Oh, this visitor of mine is very persistent.
The knocking. Over and over and over.
I think I shall kill myself now, save Odin the time.
I haven’t had a “visitor” in months.
It is a shame that my wine has been taken from me. I will probably need to be very drunk to receive whomever my mother has sent.
[gdbnknbkjgfbfg; no you]
Even the thought of loving me is terrifying.
My, what a monster I am.