India, I've been imagining meeting you for 18 years. Although you know nothing about me, you are my only joy and hope in that cold nursing home for 18 years. I know every detail of your growth, just as I share every spiritual journey with you. We are thousands of miles apart, but I can sense the common frequencies in your blood. India, my dearest niece, we will be each other's only friends and companions, I can't wait to see you, on your 18th birthday, I will take you on the journey that must unfold, This is the destiny of our Stoke family.
Finally, I saw you at my brother's funeral. The sun was surprisingly good that day. I stood on the fence and looked at you from a distance, watching the halo hit your pale face, like a layer of gold, you were so different at that moment. Suddenly, you raised your head and looked in my direction, Indian, did you feel it too, that subtle sense from the blood connection, that call from the bottom of my heart, see you soon, we will soon be on the stage of destiny meet up.
You are like me when I was young. Sensitive, alert, indifferent, with the coldness of being abandoned by the world. You stood on the stairs and looked up at me coldly, with a defensive look like a little cheetah. Through your eyes, I can see the confusion in your heart and the instinct that is about to burst out despite being suppressed for a long time, the instinct of our Stoke family. Maybe you don't know anything at the moment, but you will soon understand.
In the freezer in the basement, you must have seen the body of Mrs. Garrick, the talkative woman, who was finally quiet at the moment. This is my gift to you. Just like when my brother took you hunting when he was a child, he always taxidermied the spoils. I will give you the taxidermy that I made by myself. India, death, has a kind of quiet beauty, but the process of killing has a blood-squirting joy. The cries of struggle, the scraping of nails on the floor, and the snapping of the most beautiful neck bones make up the most heartwarming movement in the world. India, we should be thankful for the gift that God has given us to experience this kind of beauty that no one else can feel. I can imagine your astonishment when you look at Madam Gary's body, but in the astonishment, you must also feel a trace of excitement rising from the bottom of your heart. That throbbing in your heart is the real you who has been suppressed for a long time.
After that day, your heart must be eager for a deeper and more direct experience, just like how a cheetah is willing to always swing its dry corpse, and its nature will finally make it go on the road of hunting. India, you hide a leopard in your heart, and now it is slowly waking up. Otherwise, in the back alley of the school, you wouldn't be so firm and calm to stab the pencil into the palm of that little bastard. The blood dyed the pencil red, and I saw that the bright red blood gradually turned into the flames flashing in your eyes.
Four-handed play is our best moment. The four hands are intertwined and danced on the piano. Our hearts are slowly opened, approached and entwined with the touch of the music and the exchanged bodies. We receive the spiritual call from the same blood flowing with each other. Blood, killing, death, pictures flashed through your mind, I leaned against your back tightly, and felt the violent factor in your heart being exploded little by little with the music, and your body muscles kept shrinking. Tighten, tighten up to the top, and finally collapse as the music stops abruptly. Years later, you will definitely reminisce about this scene. The joy of killing and the joy of sex are perfectly intertwined, leading the perception to the top. This is the happiness that the world cannot understand and enjoy. This is the secret of our Stoke family. This kind of happiness will give you the strength to completely tear apart the shackles of your body and mind over the years, allowing you to be your true self. India, I hear the voice of your life changing, my little leopard is finally growing up. That's what I've been waiting for for 18 years, and that's what it means for me to come home.
You have grown far beyond my imagination. In the woods that night, you watched me strangle my male classmate who was trying to violate you, without fear, without hesitation, you buried him neatly in the garden. In fact, you and I both know that there are others if not him. Behind every little beast grows, there are always the corpses of countless weak people. For you, I don't care about killing anyone. This garden has buried many of my prey. I think it will become your territory in the future. One day, you will experience the thrill of hunting with your own hands.
You became sharper, and finally, you discovered my secret. Those letters I wrote to you on your birthday for 18 years, those shoes that come every year on schedule, my little brother Jonathan who I killed, and those sunglasses. Yes, those are glasses that belonged to your father. Richards is a coward who has never dared to face his true self all his life. Killing is the nature of the Stoke family, we are a pack of beasts, destined to shred the weaker than us, there is nothing to be ashamed of. But he sent me to a mental hospital for this and was imprisoned for 18 years. On your birthday, I was hopeful that it was all over and I was finally able to go home and see you, but Richards coldly refused. What kind of family is not going home, 18 years, I have been lonely and depressed for too long, India, I must see you, you are the only person in this world who can understand me. Finally, I raised the stone and threw it at Richards, and his blood splashed on my face, it was so warm. Richards, my brother, please believe that I love you in the end, but I follow my nature.
You slapped me, just a slap in the face. I look at you with a smile, India, I know you'll understand me, it's all for you. I took out a birthday present for you, a pair of burgundy high heels. I picked up your feet and gently slipped on the forbidden shoes, I could feel the trembling of your body. India, my goddess, do you feel my deep love? This is your true coming-of-age ceremony. From this moment, you can freely choose your destiny without any fetters.
We agreed to go to New York together, it is a free city, we can enjoy life freely. But before I go, I have one more thing to deal with, and that is your mother, that stupid woman who has been scratching her head since the first sight of me. She could think that I would fall in love with her, she wouldn't understand that the Stoke family wouldn't fall in love with any weakling. In a moment of her ecstasy, easily, I put the belt around her neck. This is my brother, her husband's belt, I used it to solve all the obstacles in front of us, and I will use it to end it all. The hands kept tightening, I watched her face gradually pale, her hands desperately stretched out into the air, watching life die in my hands a little bit, it gave me an unparalleled pleasure, and I couldn't help but be excited to share it with you. India, come and see, come and see, I'm about to cut all your bonds off and we'll be truly free from now on.
"Quie, cluck, cluck...", you came up on high heels, holding a shotgun in your hand. That's the shotgun you grew up hunting with Richards. You raised your gun, aimed at us, and with a bang, I just felt my body soften, and then I fell down. India, you shot this bullet at me, but I don't blame you. Killing is the original gene flowing in the blood of the Stoke family. Over the years, we have used killing to bring out the strong in the family, and the weak are destined to become victims. Jonathan is like this, Richards is like this, and I am the same today. India, you are more kind than your father. At the last moment, through the red mist all over my eyes, I saw you. You stood in front of me as a winner. The wind blew through your hair. At this moment, you have a charm that I have never seen before. My little leopard has finally stretched out its claws, and I am honored to be your first prey to let you grow, and I don't mind using my life to make it happen. The hunter's road is destined to be lonely, but I believe you will go all the way. You have inherited everything from me, and my blood will flow in your body forever. After today, let you fly freely with the secrets of the Stoker family.
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