Free Reign


I never had second thoughts about wriggling from the rule of an iron thumb. Once I was gone. I regret the friends I lost in effort to please the dissatisfied. There was always a reason. Without self worth, they all made sense: You're a piece of shit. People are angry about things you've done. No one would ever tolerate your sickness. The police will kill you one day, I see it coming. Look at all I do for you. The least you can do is give me free reign of your body and mind. I planned to take those as payment either way. You're a sexual deviant. Sell your smut, Kikah. You owe me back rent and for food. I bet you'll never get close to a man again. Teases, you wanted to fuck him! Remember what happened last time when your heart swelled. Stupid bitch, I'd love to do business with you again, though, Sweetie. Just call me if you ever need my help; you will need my help.

These things carry.

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