My castle.

"I don't remember when I turned my body into a sacred temple. 
When did I decide to hide it in the depth of a forest with my wolves to defend it ?

My anger, this hatred towards those invaders who blasphem temples each girl, each woman has tried to protect.

My anger made me put not only wolves, but dragons and - my favourites - wild dark creatures with black eyes as empty as the void, still tasting the blood of rapists on their tongue, their flesh putrefying under their claws.

My body becomes an earthquake everytime a man tries to penetrate. Everytime a man thinks he has the right to make me feel unsafe and powerless in my own castle, my tectonic plaques move and create a labyrinth which get them all lost.
Terrorised, they try to pray, but they don't know how to do it. They don't even understand my religion, they never had faith in women. In this maze they wait for my army, they wait to be devoured.
You see, my sacred temple is the only place I know by heart."

I said that in a breath, and when I was done you just asked:

" Can I be one of those wild dark creatures ?"