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Imagine entering to the room

Watching me at your mercy lying in a table looking at you just for you to climb in top of me and lift my shirt to let space for both of your hand to caress my skin and later lay in top of my sternum, feeling my heart beat against them well knowing you are here to torment it and not to protect it.

And so you do as you push down my chest pressuring my pump into a crazy madness, each powerful beat moving your whole weight trying to fight against you filling your ears with a delicious murmur…

All while my hands grab your wrist as if trying to push deeper, enjoying every second of misery my heart is in… All for your content, your fantasies, your desires…

Heading into the long weekend like… well, like this. While the rest of the world is planning brunches, I’m hiding in my own world where The Sopranos is always on and the Undertaker is still active. 📺💀

​I took a few breath-holds for fun (if you’re a cardiophile, you get it; if not, don’t ask), and Roxie absolutely lost her mind. There was a split second where I thought the lights might actually go out—a different kind of high entirely.⚡️

​This is the most "me" you’ll get: hair slicked back, wrestling shirt, and makeup I painted on at 6:00 AM. No blurs, no face-cuts, no aesthetic filters. Just the artist behind the art, shaking in her living room.

​Just Sabrina, Brina, Brie… whatever you want to call me. This is the rhythm that runs the show.