Not the first time this has happened to me. I had a black out, but I remember bits and pieces. There was a girl, a not so nice girl, whom did not have Mother's affection. She had to go and, well, Mother and I took care of her.
But the night was not for naught it seemed. I woke up in Mother's arms. We seem to have partook in a rather personal activity as neither of us had any clothes. We even drew little hearts on each other's faces from her blood. Those are the moments I live for.
Sadly, the girl's corpse did stain the wall she was against and that room needed to be cleaned. It was quite the day.