You're a slave to my games.
You're just a sucker for pain.
It seems the hole eating away in your chest has gotten bigger.
You hear these songs that make you desire a destructive tool on your skin.
A flaming whip to leave bloody stripes down your back, knife point against your soft inner thighs, my fingers around your throat leaving you gasping for air.
You want to cry, you feel hungry teeth sink into your neck leaving it sore for the next two days, I want your body open and bare, exposed and shackled.
You crave pain again and again.
I want blood, sweat, and cum dripping off of you.
I want you to feel your fear again.
I want to chain you up, I want to tie you down, I'm just a sucker for your pain.
This thirst of yours is one that I alone can quench.
I am done with watching you float,
I want to watch you drown in your imagination as I feel your heart beating faster and faster under the weight of my hand holding you down.