He Isn’t A Man.
I should have believed him when he told me he was a God.
He invades my mind every day.
I can hear his sinister chuckle in my ear when I flinch at the things he likes.
I can feel his experienced hands running over me as I touch myself to his words.
I can see his cruel and satisfied smile as I sink lower and lower into his depths.
He is a God. My only God. And I am forever beholden to him now.
The thing about girls is, they don’t listen to what you tell them.
They insist on being shown.
And then they can never look away.