I can practically smell the desperation dripping off you.
Pathetic.
Yet you’ll still crawl.
You’ll still pay.
You’ll still beg for more of my contempt.
Yet you’ll still crawl.
You’ll still pay.
You’ll still beg for more of my contempt.



Sweet like candy, sharp like glass. I tease, I deny, I take what I want — and you’ll thank me for it.
Sweet like candy, sharp like glass. I tease, I deny, I take what I want — and you’ll thank me for it.
