---- But not that bad However his hands.
They had to be cut.
And the man had passed out with the sight of blood and his severed hands.
Too weak.
asking the guards to get him to a doctor I sigh to pull out another cigarette from my pocket.
Lighting it up I let out a deep whiff.
Doll.
Doll.
Doll You are really naive.
You thought you will flirt and dance around with another man in front of my eyes and I will feel what, jealous? What a joke.
Jealousy is felt by those who fear someone better can take their place and take their thing away.
And I ---- eee knew already.
She may find a lot of more gentleman.
But she will never find someone like me.
No one can fuck her the way I do.
No one can own her like me.
No one can make her feel the strongest yet the weakest at the same time.Her body, her mind are going are a puppet of mine.
And no one controls them better except it's master.
Me This is unhealthy.
I know.
But what can I do? My doll feels like a game I have grown too addicted in playing.
---- Thave fallen in love before I know what it feels.
With Reb it was all beautiful, rainbows and flowers, moon and stats.
Gentle touches, eye contacts, pecks and kisses on the lips and sweet vanilla fucking.
But this? This obsession with my doll.noveldrama
Its a fucking insanity.
Its dark, rough and brutal.
Its like a sin you want to do again and again and tempt the devil to punish you.
Its not vanilla, no.
Its far from it.
Its almost Red.
Maddening.
There are no kisses and pecks, but claims that involve hickeys and biting.
T don't want to kiss her lips like a lover, I want to seize her breaths and make her survive on mine ---- eee = I don't want kiss her lips and tell her I love her, I want to claim each and every inch of skin with my kisses and tell her I own her.
I don't want to lay under the sky with her and stare at the stars as I used to do with Reb, no I want to stare at her.
At those innocent orbs as I enter her.
Icant promise her to get her stars from the sky.
But I can promise to shoe her stars in the daylight.
The first thing every morning.
Maybe I am crazy over her body.
And not with her.
Maybe this is not love.