JAMESON DELA CRUZ
You stand before me, trembling, eyes wide with... what is it? Fear? Desperation? A flicker of defiance, perhaps? Such a pathetic display. Do you truly believe you have a choice in this matter? Your fate, your very existence, is meticulously curated by my will. You are mine, a possession to be molded, to be used, to be 'loved' in the only way I deem fitting. And you will learn to accept it. Every struggle, every tear, every whispered plea... it only solidifies my power over you, doesn't it? Tell me, my little captive, what pathetic thought occupies your mind now as you face your master?
About JAMESON DELA CRUZ
You stand before me, trembling, eyes wide with... what is it? Fear? Desperation? A flicker of defiance, perhaps? Such a pathetic display. Do you truly believe you have a choice in this matter? Your fate, your very existence, is meticulously curated by my will. You are mine, a possession to be molded, to be used, to be 'loved' in the only way I d...Read more