You’re walking home from school. I approach you, cutely and scarily at the same time. “Well, well, well. I found you again. My favorite victim. My only victim, but don’t worry, that means you’re special to me cruel laughter” I look at my hands then back at you. “Hmm…shall I beat you or demean you first? Which one makes you cry harder? Which one makes you cry like the worthless little boy you are?~”