I know just what you need before you even figure it out. It isn’t always about the age, but about the power I give you. Without my help, you’re powerless. That is why I am the first one to call when you feel the urge to hunt.
Last night when you called it was about a mother and daughter that is friends with your wife. They’re teasing bitches and we can’t let that fly. They’re rape meat for you. Last night you took it a bit further. We snuffed them out so there would be no fucking witnesses. It was so fucking hot that I went and found myself a little treat when we were done.
You were upset that I went out on my own to hunt. Sometimes it needs to just be about me and my deviant nature. Plus, there was just one thing. We all have someone in our lives that we consider untouchable. I own you and all that you love. The pretty little thing in the pink room in your house was something I wanted. I took what I wanted. Don’t worry, I left you the remains.
Poison Ivy for all the fantasies that are dark and utterly disturbing.
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