I feel that if you are blessed, or lucky enough, to be doing well, you should help others.

I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?

My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail

You take insult where none is intended, but if you will find insult where none is meant, then perhaps I should try harder to insult on purpose.

But if anything will turn me off, it's a very practiced approach, as if the man has done it a thousand times before, to a lot of different women. Which always seems to imply that I am no different from all the rest. Not flattering.

Because all bad little vampires see me in the end

She should have remembered that people have given everything they own, everything they are, to be taken care of, and to have their pain gone. It's the lure of cults: the promise of a good family; it's what people think love is, but love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it.