As humans, we never really know what tortures we have the ability to exact. We barely even scratch the surface of what lies inside our minds. It takes only a slight warping of our selves to gain the ability to do things that seem horrendous to us when we have souls.
If you have ever wondered, they are good for something.
The things that I did to Paul Jr.’s mother are things that I now protect women from, but then it seemed good sport - to do to Paul’s wife what he’d wanted to do to me.
It makes me shudder to think about. It makes me truly ill. It makes me want to be gone from here, from myself.
Which is why I’m not.
My life, the everlasting nature of it, is my punishment. It was a punishment before I even did anything that deserved to be punished. But now, I allow it to go on, because no one has it coming more than I do.