You are such a
wondrous piece of art, with those golden eyes and long white hair. Did you
know? Back in my homeland, golden eyes are regarded as a sign of long,
prosperous life. Such a pity that you’d squander such blessings to be a thief
and liar. Don’t worry, for I shall set things right. I will make you beautiful.
Now, now, don’t
cry. Those chains are for your own good. Great as your potential for beauty may
be, you are still unversed in the nuances of artistry. Otherwise, how else were
you captured for want of that pathetic bite of bread? So, stay still like a
good little princess and let the master work his magic, yes?
Silence! I
will not suffer the ugliness of your pleas and sobs. They are unbecoming of
someone as beautiful as yourself. While I do understand that the hooks planted
into your body may be uncomfortable, do bear with me for now. You must
understand that art requires a certain degree of... cruelty.
You seem a
little disturbed by the scalpel I have in hand. A slash on the left cheek and a
large diagonal cut between your eyes will do wonders to that smooth face. People
think symmetry is perfection, but I say that is highly overrated.
But now that I
think of it, your cries inspire me. Could I trouble you to scream and beg? No,
not like that! Those whimpers lacked the raw passion you had mere moments ago.
Beg, dog, beg for your life! I want you to say it like you mean it!
Ah, don’t close
your eyes! I want you to look at me, the man who will change you forever. Don’t
ever close them on me, or I’ll get nasty. That’s right, keep them open and on
me and the salt won’t have to be used! I mean, it won’t beautify you in the
slightest, but it will instil a sense of obedience within you. After all, true
beauty requires discipline, and while I am no man of violence, I shan’t spare
the rod to relinquish your potential for greatness. That would be.... insanity.
I won’t put
you out of your “misery”. The process, while perhaps not to the liking of your
uneducated self, will leave you... changed. You may be brought to an inch of
your life, but you will never die on my watch. That I promise. You know what
they say... true beauty is undying.
You say that I’m
a monster, that I’m evil incarnate, like everyone else does. I disagree.
Personally, I feel that I’m just misunderstood. After all, beauty can’t be
evil. Then again, such trivial concerns are beneath us both. After all, through
you, my canvas, I shall make them behold what it means to be beautiful.
Together, we will show the world the extent of my genius.
Well, that’s
too much chit chat! Smile! Everyone’s watching! Not now... but soon enough...
they will. They all will, for when they see you, they shall cry.
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