zi**** Posted August 13 I watch her from the corner of the room, my presence deliberate, my silence heavier than any word I could speak. She shifts under my gaze, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, aware that I am not a man who looks idly. I take a step forward. She freezes. The faint click of my boots against the wooden floor echoes in the dim light. I do not rush I never rush. My baby girl knows the rules: she must wait for me, even in the fire of her own impatience. When I stand before her, I tilt her chin up with a single finger. Her breath hitches. I don’t smile. I want her guessing wondering whether my hands will be kind tonight, or merciless. Her eyes dart away. I tighten my grip just enough to make her return to me. Obedience, I think. It’s the language she’s learned without words. I circle behind her. She shivers when I lean in, my breath brushing her ear. “You’ve been waiting for me,” I murmur. “Yes,” she whispers. That single syllable is all I need. The air between us hums with promise and threat, tangled together in the same breath. She knows I will test her limits. She also knows I will keep her safe but she doesn’t know in which order. And that’s why she’s mine
Ki**** Posted September 16 Correct correct very well said but I didn't know voices came from dead men
Ki**** Posted September 16 I'm going to flirt with since the circle upon me flirt with fine belongs to berserker she is his wife and ***y to him find you somebody else to play with I don't care if they keep me off of here I cut all of her dresses now let's have a chat temperature not use the bear picture for fun don't keep holding a graveyard
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