She thought I was the one punishing her all these months, but she was the one with the claws and teeth and shackles on me. If she strutted over here and sat on my cock, I would feed it to her, every inch, in any hole she wanted it. I would go to prison for her. I would bleed for her. I wondered if there was anything I wouldn’t do for her, and that thought was a torment in and of itself. She had the power to level my world.
