She giggles '' Should you?''
Well you know how some women compare themselves to cats?
I just purr like one yet am something completely different.
I must of been just 18 and he pictured me as riding a horse and having a whip in my hand. Truth be told, I've never taken riding lessons nor attempted to ever ride a horse ever. I want to, just didn't yet.
- A horse, why would I be riding a horse?
''That's something I could picture you do.''
-Driving a Mercedes is overrated?
''No. But you like to do wild things.''
He saw me conquering the world and doing whatever thing that's in my mind. I thought of myself as someone more sane yet as time has shown I was very much wrong. Indeed I was meant to do whatever scared people the most. And to have no fear of doing it neither.
Men have compared me to a lion, a panther, a savage wolf, a selfish beast that lives just to entertain herself and feeds on the soul of her victims. I laughed.If only things were so simple.
Maybe I just enjoy a glass of red wine and to paint and be left alone.
Maybe I'm not sentimental and boring like most people are.
Sadism is my passion. One of my pleasures.
A wild, unpredictable thing that I can indulge in and then put it back in a box. People enjoy to believe I get carried away, but I don't.
I do love to watch tho. Watching increases my pleasure.
A spark of pure madness can entertain me badly.
But do I ever get carried away?
This small detail, scares people.
I can't provide you with that answer you'll just have to try me for yourself.
If the game was clear could it still be a game? Yes.
Can a game change its core rules as time passes? Yes.
Must you be aware of what I am doing to you and how, or isn't that the whole point. To never be sure, never be aware of anything, to not even sense as you gradually and without any escape become Mine?
Figure it out for yourself.