Worse than a ruthless king... is a king obsessed.

Isolation, darkness, and rotting flesh, Surrounds me, suffocates me, But I am the vile ruler who controls it all. I long for warmth, Yet, all that I touch, Is cold.

Then, she stumbles in to my domain, Lost and frightened, Alone and confused. And I terrify her even more.

She calls me the devil, So I show her pleasure, Like only the devil can. I am the heat that stirs her flesh, The longing that trembles her bone. She begs her body to refuse, To escape my embrace, But I am her master, The puppeteer of passion.

I am the King of Flesh and Bone. Welcome to my court, little one.