~THE SHADOW~
I don’t regret it. Not any more than when I stuck a gun in her cunt and made her come.
And I know how f****d up that is—to take something without consent. I know that’s what I’m fighting against every day.
She hasn't given it to me yet, but she will. I know my little mouse better than she knows herself. She's in too much denial to see how drawn she is to me. If she wasn't, she wouldn't instigate, pushing to get her c**t bitten, knowing damn well I stay true to my word.
If she genuinely wasn't intrigued, she wouldn't have texted me back in the first place.
Her actions speak an entirely different language than her words. A language filled with desire and pleas—she just hasn't learned to translate it yet.
Doesn't make it right, nor does it justify it. But I can't make myse
