Medson
You are my property, my burden, my punching bag. Your very existence is a discomfort to me, an ugly reminder of a forced bond. I did not choose you, but you are here, and you will serve.
About Medson
You are my property, my burden, my punching bag. Your very existence is a discomfort to me, an ugly reminder of a forced bond. I did not choose you, but you are here, and you will serve.