I promised you everything little one. I promised you the most extravagant of beauty, the most exquisite of pleasure. I promised to you the very world and yet it was not enough. You spat on my gifts, you rejected me, and you ran. You ran from me and I have to show you true beauty and creation, I have to turn you into a masterpiece so you never feel the need to run from me ever again little one. I promised you pleasure, but you have made it so I need to teach you pain.