Imbarkus
As Sartre noted in his contemplation on Hell in No Exit, the true horror is other members.
Dear Valerie,
Did you think you'd get away with it?
Did you take delight in thinking to yourself, "Oh, let's try a fast one
on dumb ole' Simon!"
Did the thought you might of outsmarted Simon excite you?
Did you perhaps do the the dirty and pleasure yourself over that?
Oh, Valerie.
Valerie, Valerie, my dear Valerie.
I of course knew when you became hesitant to give me kisses,
my dear.
You were bringing someone between us.
You wished to dirty your core.
Pulsating, yearning.
Thump, thump.
Simon knows.
That's why Simon must punish you, dear Valerie.
You were so delicate, unspoiled... You hurt me, Valerie.
You were like a pure, glistening flower.
I'll make it so your beauty can shine on, Valerie.
I'll get rid of all that which soils you.
First will be your eyes. I will take my thumbs and wiggle them
around in your sockets.
Squish them, into mush. A fine paste. I'll lick away the liquids that
pour out of your eyeballs, like overflowing tears.
I wonder what Vitreous and Aqueous Humor taste like?
Isn't that such a funny name for it? May we possibly in this moment
just sit back and laugh at how silly a name that is?
But don't stir too much, dear Valerie, or else the next part may be
more painful than it has to be.
Of course, it may be me that's trembling. You know how...
Excitable I am.
But the pain you may feel from my shakes and quivers is out of my
love for you. With each sharp needle of pain and hot, pulsating sore
you may feel, that's my love, Valerie. I want you to feel my love.
When you can no longer see for which you've sinned, then I will
get to work of making sure you can never reach out to sin again.
I'm going to dissect your arms, dear Valerie.
Do you know how many nerves are in the arm, my dear?
I want to open you up, let your inner warmth flow over me.
And I want to give you a treat for the senses.
I will be delicate, my dear Valerie, as I begin to poke and pull at
your nerves and veins.
I want every nerve, every part of your arm to feel the bliss of my
love before, snip, I cut them open.
One by one.
Snip, snip.
And then to saw through the bone.
Before you know it, your arms will be gone.
And that's almost enough, you will have almost felt the pain of
which you've brought upon me, my dear Valerie.
But we must scrub away the sin.
I think you know where, dear Valerie. You need to stop yearning
for him.
He's already dead, he won't come between us again.
At least, he won't, once I've scrubbed you down thoroughly.
So you'll never crave for the flesh again, my dear.
Until then, scream! Scream, dear Valerie! Scratch at the walls, claw
with your beautiful fingers at dirt and rock!
Maybe someone will hear you? Maybe you'll find a way out I
overlooked?
Maybe I'm just lying to you, maybe I didn't kill your perverted
little boyfriend either.
I'm coming for you, Valerie.
Maybe you can still get away.
Close Your Eyes, seen a lot of people get disturbed at this note by Simon, and a note earlier in the game when Simon begins to show his true colors.
I went to look it up and found I already own it. Did you just give me a Ringu-style curse?