Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Torture

I don't mind if the love of my life is a whore. At least she realises what all her mouth is good for. If you were mine, I'd nail you to the floor. And I'd feed you until I got bored. Then I'd just let you starve to death.

Oh what glorious dreams you'll have as the hunger slowly drives you mad.

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