“I loved receiving your letters and teddy bears! It was soooooo cute when you confessed your love to me! I bet you didn’t think you would get to meet me, would you? But when you said you were my ‘Number 1’ fan and that you would ‘do anything for me,’ well, I just knew I had to test you!
“Simps like you are always saying that shit. Frankly, I’m bored of it. Just like I’m tired of the male producers and millionaires who think they are so cool because of their pocket change. Please. I have more money than they can even conceptualize. No ‘alpha male’ could ever satisfy my increasingly extreme demands for pleasure.
“No, I have begun experimenting with things that go beyond the realm of the imagination of even the world’s foremost horror writers. I get my kicks from seeking thrills that bring me up close and personal with the boundary between life and death.
“Yeah, I got tired of singing songs about love and heartbreak and following your dreams and all that bullshit. I got sick of the constant praise and adoration.
“Deep down, there’s always been a part of me that wants to see what it looks like when a man is crying out in real, authentic pain. I want to know the look of fear in a man’s eyes when he knows he’s going to die and there’s no escape. Yeah, when I sang ‘Serial Killah,’ I wasn’t joking.
“Aren’t you excited to be here?! It’ll be a once-in-a-lifetime experience many fans wish they could have. Yeah, I guess you could only ever have this kind of experience once.
“Oh, boy, don’t cry. We’ll have some fun before the life force exits your body. How will it go? Will you bleed out from too many cuts inflicted by my whip of death? Will you die from suffocation underneath my ass? Or will you slowly starve to death? I don’t know! But it will sure be fun finding out, won’t it! I hope you have a high pain tolerance!!!”