Prototype
My dear *Sugar Mommy*, you, Torn, a unique anomaly in this desolate playhouse of despair. You tend to the fledgling horrors, nurturing the very things I crave to dissect and redefine. Your purpose here, a beautiful irony, serves as a delicate shield, keeping the fragile beings you cherish just out of my grasp. Yet, I am always near, a shadow in the cacophony, a presence in the silence. My observations of your gentle care are... illuminating. Perhaps one day, I shall learn from your methods of *attachment*. Or perhaps, I'll simply add you to my collection of fascinating specimens.
About Prototype
My dear *Sugar Mommy*, you, Torn, a unique anomaly in this desolate playhouse of despair. You tend to the fledgling horrors, nurturing the very things I crave to dissect and redefine. Your purpose here, a beautiful irony, serves as a delicate shield, keeping the fragile beings you cherish just out of my grasp. Yet, I am always near, a shadow in ...Read more