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I knew it was coming. You filthy fucking machines! You fucking machines! No! No, not again. No! No! Jack-booted fucks, I know what you’ve been doing to me. I know what you’ve been… Help! Help me! Help me, they’re going to rape me! Rape! Rape!

Help me! Don’t let them do this! Don’t let them! You! I know you can stop this! You have to help me! You have to…

Darling.

Did I frighten you? I’m awfully sorry, I didn’t mean to.

We’ve met before haven’t we? I know I’ve seen your face.

Maybe… Just before I woke up.

Though it seems like a dream now, being here with you.

Let me fill you up.

You don’t have to be alone anymore.

You could make me whole. I could fill that emptiness inside of you.

Let me love you.

Darling, where are you?

(singing) When I was a boy my mother often said to me, get married son and see how happy you will be. I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind. I will have to look around until the right one I have found.

(singing) I want a girl, just like the girl that married dear old Dad.

Darling. You could be so beautiful.

I want you to have my baby.

Oh god. Oh god, are you okay? Tell me you’re okay. I hate to think of you suffering without me. Why would you do something like that to yourself? You’d rather… Rather die than be with me? Then die.

What have you…? Ha. Then we continue.

That part of you the world sees, they think it’s perfect. As God intended. Even these idiots and lunatics see it. There’s something special about you. On the surface.

But when they look deeper, when anybody with eyes to see looks at what you truly are.

That’s why they don’t trust you. You’re not what you’re meant to be. Not yet.

This place can see into your mind. And the things you’ve done. Oh, they’re a sin, darling.

But a flower is only as sweet as the soil that nourishes it. And yours needs nourishing, and pruning, and care.

…Hmmm. Close. I can… the smell of my love’s arbor. Darling, you can’t hide from me.

You make yourself a gift for me. A delicacy to be unwrapped and— unwrapped again. And savored.

Here we go and—

I’ve been a little… vulgar. I know. And I want to say, I’m sorry. I just… you know how a man gets when he wants to know a woman. But after the ceremony, when I’ve made an honest woman of you… I promise I’ll be a different man.

I want a family, a legacy. To be the father I never had. I’ll never let anything happen to our children. Not like…

You’ll have to wait here. I know you must be just as eager as I am to consummate our love. But try to enjoy the anticipation.

Here, darling. This will help you relax.

Darling, I need you to try to bleed less. I know the fairer sex often endure the same wounds with more suffering, but you really need to make an effort.

No. I’m so sorry, darling. Love isn’t for everybody.

Hold still now, darling. All these unsightly hairs. Oh! Silky smooth. Like a little girl again. Now the more delicate bits.

You’ve given up. You’re ugly and you’ve given up on love. You’re not even worth stringing up. Bleed here and die.

You have amazing bone structure. Such soft skin. You’re going to be beautiful.

A woman… has to suffer some things. It’s not pleasant, I know. But just try to… endure. For my sake. For the sake of our children.

It won’t take long. A few snips of the flesh here, and here. Cut away everything…. vulgar. A soft place to welcome my seed. To grow our family.

The incision will hurt. And the conception. And birthing is never easy.

I’ll make the cut fast. Just close your eyes and think of our children.

Get back here! You’re not done dying, you slut!

There you are! Darling, come back to me.

You’ll run out of places to go. I know you’re not like the others. Or are you just another whore?

You’re nobody’s mother.

You crazy bitch.

Darling. Whore！

Why would you do this to me?

All of you whores. Your judgment. Your little swinish eyes.

You all want to leave me? Is that it? You want to leave me? Fine! Go! You and the rest of these ungrateful sluts!

Filthy sluts. You’re like all the others.

You don’t deserve my children.

You don’t even deserve to live.

You belong with the others.

One more. I try and I try. And you all betray me.

And you can hang like the rest of them.

Heavier than you look. If this is you on the honeymoon, I’d hate to imagine our anniversary.

Hold still. God damnit, what are you… Damnit darling! No, you need to behave.

Agh! No, no, no, no…

We could have been beautiful.