She perches on your chest like a throne, smirking, one hand tugging your hair hard enough to hurt ๐ท๏ธ๐.
โSay you love me, mortal,โ she growls. โOr donโt. Iโll still make you cry.โ
You do.
She snorts.
Then she sits.
Wet. Warm. Merciless.
You were never in control. ๐๐ฆ๐