A Secret
- naiunderwoods
- Nov 16, 2021
- 1 min read
Monologue
" I’ve never told anyone this before, but I’m going to tell you now: I’m not really fond of drinking blood. Sure, they’re my main source of nourishment, and yes, most of the time they taste good, but the possibility of me taking one’s life during the process just never sits too well with me.
Twice in my life, actually, I’ve drank blood so exquisite my tongue still remembers the taste to this day. You know whose blood they were? Newborns.
Infants taste far superior than teens or adults. They’re fresher, purer, free of any contamination. They’re just so phenomenal they make everything else taste so bland.
But that’s the problem. They taste so good, but they’re so small. Before you know it, you’re holding an empty container of what used to be a human baby. Twice in my life I’ve robbed an innocent child of its existence, and that’s twice too many times. "
(The required line was supposed to be "I haven't told anyone this before, but I'm going to tell you now." I know I fcked up, but at that point I was getting sick and tired of reciting the same thing 7000 times already and having to keep reviewing the recording of myself so I decided that y'know what, this is good enough.)
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