That's right. Go ahead and keep pressing that button. You think you're safe because nobody else can see what a slut you are liking all of the fucked up things I want to do to you. But I get to see it. I know. But then again I already know your every step before you take it.
When I catch you, I'll fuck you.
And when I'm done I'll put you in a cage for so long that you won't see it as a prison but a church with me as your God.
The things I'll do to you will leave you wishing that you never picked up one of those books and developed a fetish for it all.
Every alarm going off in your head won't do a fucking thing about that dripping little cunt, though.
There's no going back now, little mouse.
@MalignObsession — my own forehead at the stupidity, trying to once again rationalise the tense feeling in my gut, convincing myself it must just be the house or a rat or even a bloody ghost.
My fingers reaching against the wall to try to find the light switch in the dark.]
[The thunderstorm brought both chills to my being and a sense of calm at the same time, I couldn’t explain it even to myself. With ease I lead my steps from my bedroom towards my kitchen, hoping I had something in my fridge or freezer that could make for a quick meal.
I wasn’t—
@MalignObsession — pipes but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t.
Slowly I walked towards the hallway, the hallway I walked through every day but right now seemed darker and more eerie than ever before. Without thinking I uttered a greeting.]
Hello?
[I fought the impulse to slap —