Pretty When You Beg

Once, I was the quiet boy who stood in her shadow.
Hopelessly in love. Pathetic. Obsessed.
She knew it-
And she used it.

She told me I "might" have a chance.
Smiled while ripping me apart.
Made me her joke, her pawn, her emotional plaything.
Then she humiliated me in front of everyone and walked away like I never mattered.

But I did matter.
And now? I'm back to remind her.

I spent three years building everything she thought I'd never have-
Power. Money. Respect.
A reputation that makes people stand when I enter a room... and drop to their knees when I tell them to.

She doesn't recognize me at first.
But her body does.
It remembers the hands that used to tremble around her...
Now they grip harder. Deeper. Unforgiving.

She wants control? Not anymore.
Now she gets to feel what it's like to be played with.
To be the one left shaking. Desperate. Begging.

Because I'm not the boy she broke.

I'm the man who's going to ruin her-
Slowly. Deliciously.
And she's never looked prettier than when she's crying my name.