..i still remember those days when i would come to your place with that pervasive smell of alcohol & you would be there sitting in your lonely place waiting for me. And, I still remember how you would frown at me- seeing me spoiled that way. But you would still love me, care me and keep your drapes open for me. You would beg me to kiss you so arrogantly & naughtily but I would just hesitate & touch your lips with the tips of my nails only and render your more hungry. The more you would get hungrier - the more you would want me - the more you would die for me. But i would just love to torture you- i would grab you from behind, fondle you and caress you. You would get so watery with all those fluids but still i would not [Disallowed String for - bad word] you & I would just love the way that you would hate me for not [Disallowed String for - bad word]ing you. You would then get on your knees pleading me - urging me to [Disallowed String for - bad word] you but still i would remain unrelenting. In the end, you would plead me to kill you. Thinking ‘death would be the best torture’ i would grab a razor & slit your throat- & now you would be there lying in a pool of blood- dying charmingly ….