The End.

Bruises and Bite Marks

"You're so pretty. Oh so pretty."
I look at her and say. She looked at me her eyes shining.
A smile spreads across my face.
"You wanna help me?"
She looks a little scared, but I know that we'll have loads of fun!

"I need you to help me feed my pets."
She now looked at me with an confused expression on her face.
"You'll love them!"

I rolled the chair that she's chained to into another room.
I set her on a large platform and take the cloth out of her mouth.
"Let me go you freak show!" She spats at me.
"Tisk. Tisk. Tisk. Now that's no way to act when helping friends out."
"You're no friend of mine!" She screams.
"Ouch. My feeling. I'm truly hurt."
She spits at me.
"Hmmm. Oh well, you may be pretty, but you're ugly inside. But my pets aren't picky."
I smile at her, fear and confusion mask her face. Tears roll down her cheeks as she begs for her life.

How cute.

I walk to a lever and look at her, my smile still strong. I flip the lever and she lets out a scream before going down.

Oh dear, I hope she isn't afraid of snakes.

Screams, bones cracking, and thumps filled the room.

Then silence.

I walk up to the trap and look down. Her corpse was bruised and had many bite marks on it. Her body was being slowly eaten. A few of the smaller snakes went into her mouth and out her ears, nose, or eye sockets.

She WAS pretty.

My favorite three snakes wrapped themselves around me.

"Daddy knows and he'll get you more food soon."

I am a viper.
I am a man.
I am dangerous.