I’ll keep telling you this is what you wanted until you believe it. Your only purpose is pleasing me. Training you brain dead and desperate. Always aching, always wanting more. I've convinced you that wanting this ‘destruction’ is the same as choosing it.
I love cynical guys. Like yes, tell me I’m fucking stupid while I cry, force me to look at you while you finger me, tell me how pretty I am while I beg you to stop and how much I turn you onnnnnnnn