“I have to leave you with something sweet to remember me by. Dear Diary, Tyrant is cruel and wicked, so why do I love him so much?” “I don’t keep a diary anymore.” Tyrant smirks and throws away a bunched-up paper towel, and I realize why. I didn’t say I didn’t love him. “You’re writing it in your head. Dear Diary, Tyrant loves cleaning up my pussy after he’s totally wrecked it. Wait here a moment.”
