Jessie
The men in the dungeons hated the sight of me. They understood that if I pay them a visit, it’s really going to go down. Their plead for mercy fuels the beast in me, I get this adrenaline surge and I can’t control myself. As for Lee, I don’t want to see her face or I might end up hurting her and it’s not my style to hit a woman. I can’t help but blame her for the death of our baby, if she didn’t leave and stay with that bastard in Limpopo, my son would still be alive. I can’t forgive her, I want her to feel the pain that I feel inside. My chest is heavy and burning, the pain is too much, almost unbearable.
I want to feel better, but I don’t how. I spend most of my time in the dungeons hoping to feel better after feeding on my preys, but it’s not working. I don’t know how many peo
