"It should hurt, little girl. Being with me will always hurt." I don't know him, I have never spoken to him, and I have never seen him before. He's... > Lire la suite
"It should hurt, little girl. Being with me will always hurt." I don't know him, I have never spoken to him, and I have never seen him before. He's a man wrapped in inky patterns, armed with scarred knuckles, and donned with selfish obsessiveness. One look and I'm his; I'm his favorite victim. I shouldn't have these complicated feelings in my stomach when I'm near him, but his presence had proven to be poisoning-far too late to stop the spread of the compulsive submissiveness that he commands of me. "John Doe" is his identity; he's nothing, but everything at the same time.