I grin. I dance. I sing. I torture. Now, finally, I am free. The one who pulls the string looks up at me. They just smile back at my grin. I watch them disappear without a word to be whispered. Now, I can laugh, I can create, I can do whatever I please. I am free. What am I to do first? Heh. I know what to do, what I want, what I crave...CAKE! I will find and kill the sweetest cake and eat every tiny crumb of its flesh. Isn't freedom suppose to taste sweet?
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Daemon
Size 638 x 501px
File Size 403.9 kB
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