If i didn't get to have her, then no one could.
My mind races with the thoughts of someone other than me pleasuring her.
Making her scream their name.
No.
I wouldn't let it happen.
I wish she would just understand that.
That I'll do anything in my power to make her happy.
But she won't even look at me.
Why?
I haven't done anything wrong.
She told me her favourite colour was red.
So, i drowned anyone who spoke to her in red.
Gushing.
Dark.
She would like that.
Wouldn't she?
Since, red was her favourite colour.
Until she was drowned in it too.
I didn't mean to.
It was an accident.
Red is not my favourite colour.
