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December 27 - December 27, 2024
To the universal dream that Santa is really a big-dicked, masked stalker, waiting to penetrate you with a lawn ornament.
LMAO
The deep, smooth, and hair-raising timbre makes me instantly wet. I’m overwhelmed by the instinctual feeling of being the prey. Being an inch from death charges me with the sweetest anticipation, the slutty neighbor of life-saving dread.
“Be my good girl and take your punishment. I’ll rub it for you.”
“You’re mine, Snowflake. Every fucking thing I am is yours. Do you really think you don’t have access to me? I’m always watching. Open your mouth and say my name, and I’ll find you.”
“Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? Pretty cunt so wet it's glistening.”
“Told myself I could be soft and romantic, but I like you choking while your cunt chokes me.”
He fucking choked you out and drugged you, Bianca. This is not romantic. But for some reason, I don’t believe myself.
“I thought you were going to spank me or something, not choke me and fuck me over a corpse.”
“You’re going to drive me out of here and officially become my accomplice.” “Or?” “I’ll choke you to death and make you come while you die.” I start the engine and begin to pull out. “And they say romance is dead.”
“You just have to accept the reality that I want to hurt you, Snowflake, but if I hurt you too much, I don’t get to keep playing with you.”
it would be a lot worse if Katie woke now and saw me wet and spread eagle for him ten feet away, glowing like a Christmas tree waiting to get stuffed like a stocking.
Klaus is chaos, and I’m only starting to understand how deeply that runs and how turned on he is by his own destruction.
I grab the little boy’s hand and lead him over to a literal fucking murderer. My knees knock together, clacking like an old cartoon, a teeth-chattering Christmas nightmare where I deliver a child victim to Krampus.
lmao
“I really didn’t think I had an actual chance to win you over, but you’re mad at me right now like I’m your boyfriend, and I think it’s because you like me, Snowflake.”
To a forgotten girl like me, who’s been lusted after plenty but never cherished? His attention destroys my defenses.
“I see you when you’re sleeping, Snowflake. I know you’re mine to take.”
So my options are happiness or misery, and I think I might be in love with this fucked-up man who no one has ever loved, who has only ever loved me.
He’s evil. He’s twisted. He’s my everything. I was his first.
I throw on the fluffy robe he’s left out for me and smile at how absurdly thoughtful this naughty, murderous man is. Merry Christmas to me.
