23 [F4M] I don’t destroy you. I let you destroy yourself… while I smile.
I never need to force anything.
That’s the beauty of it.
You come to me so eager, so certain you’re still in control. You’ll swear you’re just testing the waters, that you can walk away whenever you want.
Cute.
I simply sit back and watch as the hunger takes over. I watch you lie to yourself, watch you justify every stupid, desperate choice. I watch your hands tremble as you give me more than you can afford, more than you should, more than is safe.
And I savor every second of it.
Every crack in your voice.
Every pathetic excuse.
Every moment you realize how deep you’ve fallen… and still crawl deeper for me.
I don’t yell. I don’t chase. I don’t even need to remind you.
You already know what I want. You already know what you’ll do next.
Because the truth is, you love the ruin. You love the shame. You love knowing I’m quietly laughing while you tear your own life apart just to entertain me.
I remember everything.
Every weakness.
Every secret.
Every tear you tried to hide.
And I will use them all. Slowly. Sweetly. Without mercy.
You won’t just lose to me.
You’ll thank me for letting you destroy yourself.