I don't want you to die.

I want you to live with the knowledge that you're a monster. You're not a man. You're a sick creature that gains the trust of women so you can violate them, rape them, beat them, hurt them. I want you to live with that emptiness. I want you to live with the complete loneliness. I want you to wake up every day just to wish that you were dead. Your black heart will pump nothing but blood. Not one ounce of love or happiness with flow in your veins. And when you go to meet Jesus when you die, you will kneel in front of him. And you will get to answer for what you did. You get to tell God why you hurt me. You'll get to meet your maker and you get to tell him exactly why you hurt his child so severely. My bruises will heal. One day, I will forgive you. One day, I might not taste the bitter blood in my mouth anymore. At least I don't have to wake up as you.