ExMachina

You will think you know me (Profile #4253578)

I can see the rot in you. Wherever you have been burying it away, my eyes are infrared cameras to your weakness, your darkness. I will root it out like a bloodhound. I could do it sweetly, quietly, I could pretend I trust you, that I don't see the sickness in you. I could remove it with surgical precision, I could rip it out with my incisors. I could just leave you as you are, hapless, to be consumed by it. All yet to be evaluated, yes?
Are you looking for salve or acid? Would you like me to stay silent, so you can disembowel yourself in front of me before returning to whatever it is you do each day? Or would you like to hear some strange true story from me--how I entered the dungeon? The man I only ever saw in a gas mask? Or would you want to hear about the man who took advantage of me? Would you take pleasure in hearing me try my hardest not to cry?
As it is, you'll be a guest in my house. Step into my office, my warehouse, my kitchen, my cave, my castle, my operating room, my arena. No one is going to lie and tell you you'll only feel a little sting. You tell me if you feel better when it's over.