You tried hard to stay away from me. You went to church, you read your bible, and you decided to wait until marriage and only fuck to procreate. My jaw actually hurts from laughing so fucking much. What the fuck did you think was going to happen?
I’m an evil goth bitch and once I get my blood red claws on you, there’s no escaping. You tried to be a good boy but now you’re back craving me and my heathen ways.
What shall I do with you? Shall I make you use your precious bible as a toilet? Maybe I should make you fuck one of your sweet girls from your church on the altar or in the confessional. We have wine, we have “the body of Christ” and now I have you. There’s no escaping Poison Ivy.