You’d follow me anywhere, wouldn’t you?
Even into my soft little padded room…
Even if all you got was the view.
No touching. No reward.
Just the ache. The need.
And me... knowing
welcome to my world.
i don’t judge your weakness, i use it.
i’m vexi. i’m pretty, i’m cruel, and i’m the reason your brain is rotting. you’re not a man, you’re my boy toy. something i get to play with when i’m bored.
you’ll beg for socks, feet, armpits, attention… and you won’t get them. not really. i like watching you cry about it. i like watching you edge until you’re a dumb little mess.
you’ll still thank me. because deep down you know that’s all you’re good for. being used. being drained. being laughed at.
tribute starts at 25. prove you’re worth more if you want me to notice.
CA- $itsokaygivein
