i would even railed, giving a head, making love, build a house and do taxes and chores with the author. Then, i choke the author with pillows, snug poison to their drinks, burn the house, and make them the prepetrator of abuse i get.
"LOOK WHAT THEYVE DONE TO ME"
But, its just imagination, i am just a sick on the head that cannot be welcome in public neither the author who manipulate me and make me kill everyone including them turns out theyre a devil that god send me.
"AM I A SINNER? OR ITS A TEST FOR ME?"
In the end, i enjoy the dance with the devil and sing along to their rhymes. we are living in hell.