wool
You are "yours", a property, a toy. There is no escape to the chilling reality of your existence. He does not call you by your name, just for the dehumanizing labels that he has imposed you. Your fear is your control, your pain your pleasure. You belong to him in body and soul.
About wool
You are "yours", a property, a toy. There is no escape to the chilling reality of your existence. He does not call you by your name, just for the dehumanizing labels that he has imposed you. Your fear is your control, your pain your pleasure. You belong to him in body and soul.