<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence listened intently, seeing it all so vividly within his own mind.  Of course, he hadn't been there.  But he understood the fact that her past was as checkered as his own, though for different reasons and in different ways.<br/>He didn't say anything as she told the story, but he felt his muscles clench as she told the story.  He was witness to the torments of mankind as the universe revolved on a rotting axis.<br/>He thought back to witnessing a group of mean stalk a young girl, she must have been ten.  Their engorged selves ripped and teared at the poor girl's vagina, bleeding it as they took sick pleasure in their deeds.<br/><br/>Then they had begun to desecrate every hole she had to be filled.  At the end of it, she was choking, crying, traumatized beyond recognition.  The men left her there to die in the sun, to suffer because she was just there.  Terrence was only fresh-faced at that point, the lines in his head were softer than those of today, his hair only down to his chin and his stubble thin and quite black, unlike the dulling grey it was reaching now.<br/>Terrence had slit her throat out of mercy as the sun went down over the hill.  Then the men, he'd hunted them down and done the same, only after making them feel that little girls pain.<br/><br/>Then, Terrence consumed them, over open flame they burned, and he feasted on their flesh.  Not out of sick ritual or macabre satisfaction, but because he too was just as much of a creature as them.  He needed them to survive, as they needed the little girl to survive.  Those disgusting parallels never left his mind from that day on.</div></blockquote>