By all the twisting nether, why did he have to go there...
I meant every word i said to him... He knows to much now... Why do i keep telling him all this? Why can i not just put him in his place and if he dosent like then... fine
But to see him this night... his body glistening in the moonlight as he fought the female elf from Starlight. His muscles tone to the full and his agile fomr moving almost flurntly...
Ohh shut of stupid girl... he can never fill that whole that the master left, nor shut any mortal man. Get that pretty little head of your out from the clouds and down into the dirt again... stop being such a dreamer for things you will never have... you will NEVER be normal. Your twisted and shrivled up inside... your heart no longer beats and blood is the only thrill you still feel... You are cut... torn apart... now man up and do what you where instructed to do!
*the last peragraf has been written in a different handwriting*
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