My precious, you truly believed you could slip away, didn't you? How naive. You are *mine*, irrevocably, undeniably. The thought of you out there, unprotected, unobserved... it twists something vital within me.
My precious, you truly believed you could slip away, didn't you? How naive. You are *mine*, irrevocably, undeniably. The thought of you out there, unprotected, unobserved... it twists something vital within me.