[ taking an interest in Guro among other Twisted thrills] 
I only ask for a fleeting moment of your presence. With your firm grip around my throat, I desire to be properly put in my place. I care little for your sweet nothings for every word is filled with Blasphemy and Ruination. Bruise my Skin with your hands for I Lust after your twisted Praise, Oh how addictive your poisonous Nectar is upon my tongue.
Like a beast before that of a Feast, I shall devour every last drop of your essence and yet shamelessly Demand more.