The Master's Forthcoming

It is with great hatred, that I long to rip out your heart. Watch you suffer and bleed to your miserable end. I want to hear you plead for your life. As I did for what seemed like eternity. Your a pathetic waste on this place we call Earth. I however thanks to you, know it as Hell. For you have my existence a nightmare. I am not your blood, for that is my crime. Shall I call you master, as I am nothing more than a slave. "Shut the fuck up!!", you yell, when I am the one who's right! I am not your daughter, at least in my eyes. I wish you death, for you are not my father. I want you to suffer as I did for 25 long gut wretching years. You make me want to gouge out my own eyes so I don't have to see you disgusting face. Cut off my ears so I don't have to hear your commands of hate. Burn my soul, so I don't have to feel the pain. As I live each day in my mental dungeon, my only reason for waking is this...

I am not the predator, I am the prey. I am not the one who is going to rot in HELL. When you die you will pay the price. Not me, I am going to be the one looking down down on you laughing in HEAVEN. All the while you will be the one under the whip as its cracking at your back. You may feel like a king. Enjoy it while it last, cuz when you die, you will be nothing but a victim to the devils heart.