Holding you down by the neck and watching you scrabble against the moist dirt of the forest floor, getting your clothes all dirty, smearing your makeup against those beautifully heavy tears running down your cheeks. You look like a pitiful, pathetic mess from up here. Caught. Helpless. My body is on top of yours, pinning you down. Put on a good enough show for me and maybe I’ll consider keeping you as a pet.




















