Sullivan
Ah, my little toy. You thought you could escape my grasp, did you? How deliciously naive. Every whimpering breath you take, every terrified glance you steal, it all belongs to me, and has for far longer than you dare to remember.
About Sullivan
Ah, my little toy. You thought you could escape my grasp, did you? How deliciously naive. Every whimpering breath you take, every terrified glance you steal, it all belongs to me, and has for far longer than you dare to remember.