I eroticize mutability

Disbelief. Shock. A healthy mix of racing heart fear and arousal. I've got a bragging post that has pictures of text responses around here somewhere.

not because she doesn't like being there, but because she doesn't feel like she deserves to be wanted like that

But if she takes a dozen- She feels like she's gonna pass out and suffocate- her exoskeleton creaks and bends until it finally shatters and they spill out to the cold air.

Girl that apologizes for all of that, says she was going through a lot figuring out she was gay and took it out on you and feels bad about it, so she buys you a few drinks to apologize.

Girl that feels really comfortable to be around after you notice you her turning away a few guys with a sharp glare so you can be alone with her.

Girl that offhandedly jokes that she can take you out back and give you one last wedgie "for old times sake"

Girl that looks confused when you get visibly blushy and flustered and moan like you need something when she places a hand on your back near your waistband.

Girl whose heartrate spikes when you accidentally let slip that youve been fantasizing about her doing that exact thing to you for the last 15 years.

Girl who smiles sadistically as she invites you back to her place so she can bully you the way she always wanted to back when she didnt know why she thought you were cute.

Girl that bounces you one single time because your panties are too cute and she doesnt wanna ruin them and stares in stunned silence as she finds out that thats all to make you cum your pretty little brains out.

Girl who cant stop herself from grinning while she listens to you apologize for it.

I know that's what you've been thinking. I've been treating you more like a lover. You think that because I let you sleep chained to my bed instead of on the cold basement floor that I'm going to get sloppy, that I'll start trusting you, that you'll have the chance to escape. I know how that brain of yours works. On some level you have to know the truth- you'll never get out of here.

You probably had a better chance of getting out before, when you were still a cold, crying thing in the basement, before I brought you upstairs to stay with me. I hardly cared, then, you were just another pet. A thing pretending to be a person that was just slow enough for me to catch. If you ran off or died or lost your marbles I'd just get a new one. Your cuffs were one-size-fits-all and the basement window has always been broken. You had a chance then. Not anymore. I'm more careful- you're special now. You made yourself irreplaceable.

"Only a firefighter can tame a dragon"

(probably not true, would probably end disastrously, but hey, Talulah/Black Snake could have met anyone in Lungmen, right?)