It's handcrafted, it's beautiful, it's with crystals, it was bought especially for me.
Everybody that sees it LOVES IT and asks me Who gave it to me.
''A Very Masochistic Slave''
I say that like it's completely natural. Vanilla people can get shocked.
That jewelry piece has meaning to me.
I've always loved winter. I am born on 5 january.
Winter makes me feel like the Coldhearted Bitch that I am.
Wrapped in furs or in beautiful clothes. Observing, judging, analysing yet never getting truly involved. Because deep down I really don't care.
I don't care about anyone but Myself.
The male that gave me that necklace knew that.
That's why he called me Ice Queen and found me the most beautiful snowflake jewelry for me to wear.
Perhaps.. he knew me the best.
He felt my coldness as he was sleeping on the floor or worse near the door of my room yet never getting the chance to touch me.
His heart broke when I threw his red roses in the bin and asked him to take the garbage out afterwards.
He knew how easily replaced he was when I was flirting with other men.
He felt it, he knew it, he saw it, what he means to me which was nothing.
He could experience it live.
And that feeling cut deeply into him, like dozens of knives were stabbing his heart with each of my cold glance.
''You are what I say you are. ''
I knew he could barely sleep, I knew he worked 2 jobs like a maniac just to please me and to be capable to give me all the gifts I've wanted.
I knew I was everything to him.
I could easily see no one existed in his mind but ME.
I was always there even when I was ignoring his calls, messages and dating other men. And he FEARED what I could do next.
That terrible Feeling of knowing the woman that means everything to you can vanish the next day if she's not pleased.
Which I did. But I kept the Jewelry.
I am sentimental when it comes to jewelry.
I keep them organised I KNOW who gave them to me and I know WHY also. I love it when my female friends ASK where they are from.
I love to say they are ALL from SLAVES.
Slaves that Starve for me. That struggle to please me. That Live just for me. Men that mean nothing to me yet that see me as their God. Their everything. That are in love with me.
I've always said that men are accessories.
I know that I am Selfish, I know that I live my life Strictly For Myself.
I can't imagine nor did I ever understood how women can give themselves to men, how can they afford to suffer for them, or worse find a meaning in men.
I've simply never been that person.
I USE men and in best case scenario Enjoy them for a while.
But that's it. I don't really care in the sense to ever put them above me, or above my selfish interest.
I ADORE GETTING MY WAY. BEING PLEASED.
MEN exist for that purpose. I can't see them as something else.
All men must adore me. Please me. Buy me dinner. Give me gifts.
Show their devotion and masochistic desire to get closer to me.
Applies to everybody.
They get the message that's why I shower in jewelry and get my way.
When I walk into a place filled with men I make sure they get the message from my posture, way of being that I'm a real ColdHearted Bitch and that it amuses me to see them squirm and crawl at me.
Even the strongest get tempted.
Because I am delicious even in my cruelty.
And I make all men feel defeated. Without any exception.