EL PADRE DE LA VENGANZA
Therapy For The Rotten
When we were young, broken and foolish, we briefly entertained the idea of psychiatric help.
Our inadequacies a ticking time bomb that could’ve torn us apart from the inside out so we believed that surely someone professional and learned could give us guidance, bring us clarity.
Now while all we received were empty platitudes and a handful of pills that dulled our senses, there was one thing he said he said, the only thing worthwhile thing that came from that quack’s mouth before we sent him screaming into the abyss.
Everyone has an ideal they cling to beyond anything else because they’re afraid that without it, they’re nothing.
And while we might not be trained professionals, our tendrils have encased enough spirits that we have a unique perspective on your broken little psyches.
So sit down children, tell us your little tales and let us break down the fears and regrets that scream to us the very moment we laid eyes on you all.
Like you Diego, the failed star of a different age, burnt to a crisp by the industry he loved more then lift itself, now the Phantom of the Silver Screen, clinging to that spotlight like it’s life itself.
To you, this trios match is the first act of your masterpiece but you don’t realize that you aren’t the leading man, you aren’t the charismatic villain, you aren’t even the plucky sidekick.
You wandered onto my movie set bitch and you’re Victim #1 of the newest Icon of Horror.
Or there’s the polyamorous hedonist covered in cherry flavoured lube and glitter. Now we’re all about embracing who you are but although it’s cliche, you very clearly are missing something substantial.
You can have as many fuckdolls and cumsluts as you want my dear but an orgasm is fleeting, even as multiplicious as you can pump out, but what then? What happens when all you’ve got left is sleeping in the wet spot of shame without anyone who truly understands you?
The boy who never truly grew up, the man with daddy issues written on every inch of his skin, but we can be your father, your son and your holy orgasm. We can make you feel fuller and more complete than anything you ever imagined. All you have to do is be like all your little pets.
And submit to us.
See we’re not here to help you, we’re not here to save your rotten little souls or give you clarity, to fix you or let you break free from your little bubbles.
We don’t want to make you better, we want to break you in half, we want you scarred and destroyed at our feet, broken pathetic messes that you deserve to be.
This isn’t just a match, it’s the beginning of something truly beautiful. An awakening of your reality, a destruction of your psyches as you scream out all your fears, you unleash every bit of your pain and suffering.
And make it just that much easier to give you the clarity we never had.
Because when you three become one with us, you’ll realise the truth you denied for so long
Your reason always lied to you, but the Family….
We Never Will.



