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"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑. 𝕳𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑. 𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝕲𝖔𝖉'𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊."
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"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑. 𝕳𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑. 𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝕲𝖔𝖉'𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊."
It's not my fault, I was holding this lead pipe and your head was begging to be smashed in
please lick my knife blade
wanna be texting you, telling you i’ll “come over in the morning. just leave the door unlocked for me”. but really, you wake up in the middle of the night to me standing over you, already unbuckling my pants.
btw if i say ur mine it means ur fucking mine
sitting on his pretty face with my fingers tangled in his hair and using his tongue like my personal toy to grind on
i want to carve my name in places others could only dream of touching.
what if I wore a collar with a lock and only you have the key to open it?
would love to have someone begging, pleading for me to fuck em. rubbing their thighs together like a bitch in heat beneath me. begging, to incoherent babbling, to pitiful whimpering as I tease their body all over. and when I have them right where I want them — a drained and desperate mess — I'll unsheathe my knife and tell them to prove it to me. prove how much you want it. because if you really fucking want it, you'll carve my name into those pretty thighs of yours. nice and deep.
tying your hands and legs up with barbed wire, then forcing you to escape it yourself.
watching you wiggle your cute little wrists, cutting them open as the wire tears at your flesh. it's a bonus for both of us, really; the more you bleed, the easier it'll be for you to get out, and i like to see you bleed.
and your legs? more for decoration than anything. barbed wire around your thighs rather than your ankles. i don't actually expect you to get out, i just want to watch your soft skin rip apart.
i want you to be a broken, bleeding, sobbing mess for me.
i think there's a fine line between sex and murder, and buddy, im crossing it