This is my story.

The harsh reality of life is all too real to me. The bitter taste of loneliness, the sweet taste of revenge. My soul is empty tonight and my mind is wrought with torturous thoughts of enemies and friends alike, both who treat me the same. I am the epitome of pity, like the vagrant who you pass by in the street, who you see with eyes blind to his unfamiliar pain.

Alas, I tell you, my faithful and wretched reader, the time will come when retribution will hunt you down and have its way with you. It will hold your soul down, chain your body with cold shackles of torment, and rape you. Retribution shall be your kidnapper, your torturer and your executioner. Your screams will fall on deaf ears as your body writhes with the excruciating pain that retribution shall wreak upon you.

My only advice is that you seek not to incur the wrath of retribution upon yourself, for it is a horrid thing to endure. May your soul find its peace in the love of others.

I myself am a poor one, not only monetarily. I lack the basic qualities of a human being: compassion, love, pity. I lie here on the dark floor of emptiness, weeping and cursing the karma of the world. I am but a mere handmaiden, once a well-known courtesan. You do not know me, you cannot judge me. For though I lie in the arms of retribution tonight, the time will come when retribution will tire of the pleasure of my soul and I promise you, retribution will bend you and take you from behind.

How did I come to find myself in this position you ask? Listen well, and learn from my mistakes, wanderer. This is my story.


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Found this in a folder and decided to type it up and post it. It was supposed to be the intro for a story that I never wrote. There actually was more which was the beginning of the story itself but I chose to leave that out since it was unfinished (it was only about the same length as the intro). I must have written this like... 6+ years ago. o_O