Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red.
It's my birthday.
Want some cake? ''
Of course they do, greedy buggers.
I lock the front door. All other exits are locked too.
Just in case they want to leave.
But that would be rude. Leaving the party early.
No, they wouldn't want to be rude.
''Sit down anywhere kids,
I'll just be a minute!''
They sit on the floor, in a large semi circle.
Well, there isn't any furniture to sit on.
I bring them my slightly squashed, sticky chocolate cake. But not before injecting it with a few sedatives.
CHOCOLATE! They scream. I'm guessing the shop assistants advice worked. They seem to like chocolate.
Within a few minutes, my entire cake is gone.
Aww, my birthday cake got eated.
I watch them. Talking amongs themselves.
''Thanks, mister!'' They say, getting up to leave.
Not so soon, children.
I watch them. They go weak at the knees, slowly falling over.
They are strewn out across the dirty floor.
Like rag dolls, left, unwanted by their owner.
A tear rolls down my cheek. I remember perfectly well what it's like.
Being unwanted by your owner.
But oh no, these children are different, for I am now their owner.
And i most definitely want them.