#greeks love oil

Violent Contradiction

Resentment hangs over you like a cloud, every dark thought you can muster lancing through it like lightning, the crackle of thunder every moan of every moment that I touch you. I can see your teeth sinking into the rubber like murder, watch your eyes pierce me in every way you think you might be able to visit bodily harm on me. Because you want out. You want freedom, but not from this. From how fucking good this feels.

That’s the boom that brings the rain, breaks the cloudcover and empties you into a puddle on the floor. You melt, because you’ve got no other option, because every part of this scene has been constructed to defeat you, target every piece of that dirty, depraved, fucked up little beauty of a mind and bring you to your knees. 

So quiver there, little girl. Strain your hands against those binds, and bite into that gag. And look at me like you’ve never looked at anyone, like you want to murder me, fuck me, never see me again and devote every last second of every last day to burying your face in my lap, and I’ll just enjoy it. 

Until I decide I want to do something else.