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It took me a year to hunt you down, but I finally caught you.
Clumsy in my titanium armor, proof against your razor claws.
Deaf, my ears stuffed tight with wax, for the magic of your silver tongue can convince anyone to do anything… even to walk heedlessly to their doom.
Half blind, my smoked glass goggles protecting me against siren call of your unearthly beauty.
And now I have overcome you at last with my weighted nets, boxed in by the traps I laid, backed into a ravine from which even you weren’t able to escape.
Now your claws are encased in leather, your wrists and ankles bound with inescapable cuffs, your silver tongue stilled with a gag locked in place.
You can harm no one now.
Would it have been easier to kill you?
Oh, surely.
However, consider that killing you would not help anyone, would not bring back the people you had killed over the long years.
And there would be no deterrence, killing you wouldn’t make a difference to another monster who might some day enter our lands, for it would not care what had happened to you.
Killing you would serve no purpose.
It might seem that killing you would be a greater kindness, for this is your doom: the gag will not be removed, you will not be released from the bondage holding you helpless.
Ever.
This is my duty above all, since if you escape more will die.
Yet there is a chance, a possibility, a hint from an ancient prophesy… in time, the monster might be tamed by pleasure.
Not by ordinary, everyday pleasure… but overwhelming, oceanic, overpowering, towering pleasure? Pleasure so great, so intense, that an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to withstand it?
Perhaps.
Maybe.
So why not try?
I spent a year of my life hunting you, but that was easy enough to do. All it took was time, persistence, and endurance.
My study of a woman’s pleasure… ah, now that has taken my lifetime.
I’ve visited every temple, studied with every master, read every book on the subject of pleasure… and, I assure you, you I’ve practiced assiduously.
And it may be that any one particular technique of pleasure won’t succeed, won’t be the key that tames the monster.
But I don’t have just one.
I have thousands.
All the skills and methods and artistry of pleasure developed by humankind over the centuries.
I have studied and practiced them all.
And, perhaps, it may take years of experimentation to find the particular approach, the particular key that tames you.
That doesn’t matter. The years will pass anyway.
I’ll find the key.
No matter what it takes.
No matter how long the search.
I’ll tame you, the monster.
And you won’t have to die.
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