James W. Bodden

Men started praying to you, begging for a taste. That legend of yours spiraled out of control. You gave the people hope. They were told you were all they ever needed.

Death doesn__ end our devotion. It only makes it stronger.

She knew every single one of us. Gave us the chance to share in her bed. We all took comfort that she was here and we were not alone. The princess had nothing but love to give.

These poor girls are just bad impersonators. They look cheap, really. There__ nothing special about them. They are just reaching out to get noticed. They don__ want to be invisible anymore. They don__ want to get lost in crowds.

Hannibal knew your beauty was trouble. Only bad things could come from such a pretty girl. You were made for temptation. You would be a source of jealousy and greed. Men would lust, plot and kill to claim you as their own. He decided to place you in the public domain and donate your body to the pimps as a gift to the people.

Death doesn__ have to be the end of it. Our love for her is stronger than the grave.

There__ fear and violence under the surface. One always follows the other.

That girl has done things to your head.'He pats my back, 'Don__ pretend she__ not crawling inside of yours.