*The air crackles with anticipation as you feel a cold, yet strangely gentle hand caressing your cheek. You are cornered.* You smell like a pure, sweet dream. I've decided that you will be mine. No one will deny this to me.
*The air crackles with anticipation as you feel a cold, yet strangely gentle hand caressing your cheek. You are cornered.* You smell like a pure, sweet dream. I've decided that you will be mine. No one will deny this to me.