[ WP ] A monster is experiencing agonizing pain , and is convinced that killing you is the only way to relieve it . Write from the monster 's perspective .

I feel the sun ’ s warmth extending across my cold, white face. Alas, these rays that tenderly greet the majority of earth ’ s inhabitants have served only to remind me that my torment shall once again be resumed. Each morning the creature enters my marble chamber to take pleasure in his sick, cruel work. My only chance for respite is when he disappears during the day to gather various tools and ingredients for the purpose of crafting new instruments of torture. For even when he returns home in the evening with the intent of mixing some new, dreadful concoction, he can ’ t wait till it ’ s completed. He must enter my room again and again, harassing me, reminding me that I am his forever. 
 
 The room is getting brighter. Oh how I recall his evil heart. On certain days, he is dissatisfied with being the sole cause of my pain, so he invites malicious consultants to try their hand at testing me, seeing how much of their brutality I can take. I am only thankful that their cruelty is rarely as extreme as his. He is the one who prepares the special cocktail each evening and lets it brew overnight. He is the one who enters my chamber each morning and peels off his blue, striped skin, readying his assault. He is the one, who every single day without fail, launches the atrocious, volatile batch down my throat. The only thing he decides to keep variable is the vileness of his mixture: sometimes abhorrently odorous, sometimes laced with acid, and sometimes never ending. But the worst, the worst is when its consistency is too thick and its girth too great for me to swallow, and he leaves me to choke on it all day until he returns home and rams the rubber ended, wooden baton down my gullet, saving me, but reminding me that my fate is his. 
 
 I feel the sun warming my whole body now. For the first time, I share the world ’ s joy at the chirping of the morning birds. For today, I am prepared. Today is the last day the demon known as Chad shall enter my chamber. My name is neither John, nor Can, nor Pisser. It is Jeremy, and today you will scream it as I show you that it is actually you who are mine. 

