He collected beautiful things . Rare things. He snatched from the natural habitat and kept in dead splendor. But I'm not pretty . I was the hideous and ugly reality of the world, packed into one broken human being. He came to kill me.... This is his skill.... Death . He ripped me out of the natural environment, out of the prison I created, and locked me up with all his beautiful dead things. I hated him.... I still hate him.... But if I had the choice and the opportunity to leave this cell, to come back to life, I would still remain inanimate. In all its hideous splendour. Because my killer can only own dead things. I'm obsessed with someone who's broken more than I am . 18+Includes scenes of a sexual nature. sync, corrected by elderman elder_man