How lucky you are to feel the effects of alcohol. I have seen it only in others but it seems delightful freedom followed by blissful agony. Fortunes, my small one. Great fortunes. Perhaps if I take your body after you're dead I can finally do more than taste it.
I injure it, press hooks through it, hang it from the sky and let it bleed, push knives through it and press glass into it. I am the Mistress of Pain and soon I'll hang beside you in the freakshow while we watch the patrons gape and jeer and pretend they are more civilized than they once were. Still they all want to see the freaks, see the ones born wrong, the ones who do wrong, never change, they can't change.