Mold me to your demented fantasy. I was told you had a dark side, but I went ahead and pursued dating you. I was often told to be cautious and forwarned about your addiction to killer phone sex and the ideas that were in your mind. Your ex-girlfriend made it clear that you couldn’t get off unless there were blood and pain and blood-curdling screams.
Still, I thought I could change you, but in reality, I fell into a world of snuff. I’m now yours to do what you please. It is going to be me in a body bag leaving this relationship. I’m so into feeling carve my body up and tell me how hideous I am. I love to show you my body because it’s the canvas you will create your art.