Suffer
Grab it around the neck, that wretched beast which torments your soul. Embrace the creature with its fangs locked onto the body of your spirit. To force the beast off is only a temporary relief as the pain would still be burning from your open wound. Let the beasts jaws clasp themselves tightly, tighter every second. And until your spirit can cry no more, the beasts bite will reduce to a nibble and then to nothing at all.
Let this would heal itself onto the beast. Let it become one with your soul, leave the memory of suffering, the pain, and remember the sharpest teeth embedding themselves deeply. Remember the beast, the creature that can hardly harm or hurt anymore, the beast still hanging from your soul by the ends of its fangs.
To run from any beast, hiding your soul, it is but a means of delay. Though there may be no chasing or hunting, the beast will still meet you again with its eyes more fearsome and fangs much sharper. Let the beast bite onto your soul, let it latch itself to be vanquished. Let your suffering bore the beast and let your pain heal it dead.
Walk the earth with these beasts collected, healed onto your soul, the pain of each different monster in your memory. Let these memories aid you for when you meet a similar beast, the pain of its inevitable bite will have already been forgotten before it even opens its mouth.
