Keep crying.
That's it.
Let it out.
I want to see those pretty tears fall for me.
How you cry at the bare minimum of my touch.
How you whimper beneath me.
Look at me.
With those doll eyes, how could I resist you?
Beg for me.
Cry for me.
Crave me.
That's all I want.
I want you.
I want you to be consumed by me.
By the lingering fear that one day, I could just leave.
Leave you.
With those pretty tears.
