She perches on your chest like a throne, smirking, one hand tugging your hair hard enough to hurt 🕷ï¸ðŸ’‹.
“Say you love me, mortal,†she growls. “Or don’t. I’ll still make you cry.â€
You do.
She snorts.
Then she sits.
Wet. Warm. Merciless.
You were never in control. 💀💦ðŸ‘