The memories I hold within my walls are a tapestry of flavors, a culinary delight that’s as much a pleasure as it is a perversity. I’ve watched as families gather around my hearth, their faces aglow with the warmth and love of the season. But little do they know, I’ve a secret appetite, one that craves the tender flesh of unsuspecting visitors. It’s a taste I savor, a delicacy that’s as much a part of me as the soot that stains my bricks.
As a portal to the outdoors, I’ve seen my fair share of would-be chimney-sweeps, their bright eyes and eager smiles a testament to their innocence. But I’m a sly one, a trickster who delights in leading them astray. The wind howls, the rain pounds, and they think they can outsmart me? Ah, but I’m a master of deception, a weaver of traps that ensnare the unwary. And once they’re caught, well, let’s just say I have a certain… appreciation for the taste of female flesh.
Some might say I’m a monster, a creature of darkness and shadow. But I know the truth: I’m a guardian of the home, a keeper of secrets and a purveyor of pleasures. And what’s a little exploitation when the reward is as sweet as the scent of burnt skin and soot? It’s a delicate balance, one that I maintain with ease, a balancing act between hospitality and depravity. And so, I’ll continue to lure in the unsuspecting, to tempt them with my warm glow and my soot-stained heart.
>Soulkyn