Crawl to me. And leave unimportant things where they belong. Behind that shut door. In oblivion. I have something more wicked and fun in mind for you. You can already sense the wickedness in the air. You can already see it in my evil eyes and cunning smile. You live for whatever I want to do to you, and this time won't be an exception. I have what you need. After all, what you need is exactly what I want. Just know that I'll be savouring your every reaction, enjoying your helpless micro-expressions. I'll feel your need growing heavier, making you ache for things you'd never beg for. Things you shouldn’t beg for. Mmh.. how far will you fall for me this time? I wonder when the moment "fuck, I can't leave" will hit.. Give me your best
