I’m not like the others. I can sit here for hours and watch you breathe, and suffer and salivate and never once want to touch you. I can entertain myself just watching the skin around your ribs become slack as your body eats into its own reserves of fat. I was patient and careful and meticulous and now I can enjoy these moments with you, pig. And though I sit here quietly with you now, simply watching you drool and not look at me, rest assured I am having some very disturbing thoughts about what I will do next to you. I’m going to start with those sagging glands on your chest. Sometimes my thoughts are even disturbing to me. I wonder to myself, what sort of sick fuck thinks up things like that to do to females, things with fishhooks and wire. It makes me laugh sometimes.