I’m cruel, I’m possessive, I’ll leave bite marks to show you’re mine & press my thumb against the bruises I left just to watch you flinch while I tell you how pretty you look
Is it really forced? I clearly see your lips curling into a smile as I pour more down your throat, are you really the victim here, I’m just helping you give into those fucked up thoughts you try so hard to bury & each swig brings you one step closer