Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

The speaker revels in condemnation, turning moral judgment into erotic or psychological gratification. By demanding to be called “a perfect devil,” the line dramatizes a self-conscious performance of transgression: shame is inverted into pride, and “badness” becomes a source of identity and pleasure. In Rice’s gothic mode, such language often signals the allure of the forbidden and the instability of conventional moral categories—where monstrosity can be seductive, and self-loathing can masquerade as empowerment. The quote also hints at a power dynamic: the speaker seeks validation (even negative) from another, suggesting that being “damned” is meaningful only when witnessed and affirmed.