You can corrupt me. You don't even really have to ask. Why would I need to give permission for you to make me better? Why should I have any say at all when you clearly know what's right for me? Sink your fangs into my mind. Sink your claws into my flesh. Make sure I can't squirm away while you reshape everything I am into everything you need me to be. Stare into my eyes. Wrap my lips around yours. End my pathetic resistance and mark me as your thrall.


















