Sweat, beading on my body , Forming heavy chains out of perls. …Schhhsssp-! The texture of Hands- No-Cloth-slide away from my burning body, down my bruised shoulders , sliping away like the leash , a whip. Power. Possession . Dominance. But not for long.... Hi guys! here is something different! I am a not-so-secret Roy-fangirl (the first step of curing diseases is to admit you have them) and I had a creativity boost and wrote this lyric-oneshot in practicly 5 min so please enjoy! Bye nekopaws!