your-beloved-saviour

[your-beloved-saviour]

Burning my initials into her shoulder with a freshly lit cigarette. Letting her hands hold onto me as tightly as humanly possible. Her body shaking as I press the cigarette onto her warm skin. Hearing the faintest crackling sound. How satisfying. Her breathing rate quickening, becoming more audible. Kissing her cheek softly before I move the cigarette quickly, pressing it hard into her. Listening to her wincing from the pain. Its such a heavenly sound. I could listen to it for days. Swapping between moving the cigarette quickly or agonizingly slowly just to draw out the pain. Making it worse. Praising her gently as a darling little worshipper till eventually I finish the last line of my initials, pulling the cigarette back and looking at my hardwork. “Good job, darling” one last final praise before I let her recover. Only to torture her again soon after.

[your-beloved-saviour]

I want a person so devoted to me they make me their whole personality. Every move they make I want them thinking about me watching them. Every thought in their pretty little head is about me. Their sole motivation to please me and make me proud. Praying to me every night. Asking me stupid questions like “what should I wear today”, “how should I do my hair?” Someone utterly and truly faithful to me.

[your-beloved-saviour]

Slowly slipping drugs into her system so she gets addicted to me. Pouring a little narcotic in her drinks whenever shes around. Without her knowledge. Hugging her and slipping a nicotine patch on her back. Taking it off whenever she goes out so she’ll be itching and craving desperately for nothing more than to be with her God again. The person she belongs to.