Peculiar thoughts of a kind Pedophile

(or smile when world's end is far behind)

“Where is your mommy now, little girl? Don't you miss your mommy, while you are sitting here, holding your teddy bear, in a dark wet ugly corner, far from World's End?

Where is your daddy, little girl? Isn't he some kind of a superman who will jump in here from the window and save you? No?

Where are your friends, little girl? Where are all these funny depressed story-tellers you used to hang out with? What? You lost them?

So... all that is left to you is this weird “looking-like-a-pedophile-bait” teddy? Really?

Wanna hang out, you and me? I'm alone too, you know. I came out of nowhere and I'm heading nowhere, so, I suppose I can spare some time for you. They say loneliness and misery are on the very same chocolate bar you have to break some pieces of and share them with somebody. On the other hand, they say a lot of things, don't you think? It's just bullshitting with our minds, all this talking...

Oh, come on now, stop crying... Do you want some candy, I have some candy in my pocket, do you want it? Great, now, that's better, see?

You know, I always thought that there was some kind of trick little kids do when they run away from home; something like throwing small pieces of bread or small stones so as to find their way back easily. How come you didn't do that? You look like a smart little princess. Oh, I see, you don't actually want to go back, do you? I suppose you prefer sitting here sobbing and trembling, hungry and thirsty, talking to this creepy pale tall guy who offered you candy and who probably is some kind of a sexually disturbed personality. I see your point. I've been there quite a few times myself; trying to escape from dangerous situations, ending up all alone in the middle of nowhere, I know how you feel. A fresh start straight from level zero is quite challenging, huh? At last, you managed to escape routine and boredom, security and protection... Yeah right, but at what cost little girl? Is it worth it? Is it worth it, giving up an obviously well-set life, a stable state of happiness, a familiar universe, only to avoid killing yourself out of boredom? Of course, of course, that's not how you feel nor how you think, of course, I didn't want to insult you princess... Like you can even believe your own self...

So, that's how it's going to be from now on? Me doing all the talking, you eating all my candy, your teddy just watching us in action? Sounds like a plan, really. But if you ask for my humble opinion, your majesty, I prefer something slightly different...

I prefer to take your teddy bear, your cute innocent teddy bear, and tear it into a million pieces and just watch you crying and crying until you have no more tears left in your eyes. And then, I will grab your pretty cheeky juicy face and reach for your wet naïve eyes and rip them off their sockets so you cannot see a thing nor cry a single teardrop. How does that sound, huh? … you say you don't mind? But without your eyes, how the hell are you going to cry your ass out? OK then, since it's fine by you, it's just wonderful by me. Now let's get started because, honestly, I am not the patient kind of pervert.

Gimme your teddy little girl, and I promise I won't call your mommy to come and get you, nor your daddy. Not even your so precious friends you abandoned back home. You are on your own now. And this is how a real world looks like. Trust me princess; you're gonna love it.”