Someone will read this, I’m sure. Who, I don’t know. The book will end up on some shelf somewhere, in some Government warehouse somewhere. Someday they’ll take inventory or something, and someone will think the cover is cool, some sort of expensive leather, and open it.
It’s not leather, asshole, it’s human skin. And I’ve taken a Sharpie to this, the title page, to make sure you understand something.
If you read any part of this book aloud, people will die. If you do what the voices in your head are probably already telling you, people will die. Including you.