Count to ten, you told me. Just hold your breath and count to ten. It’ll all be better then, and you won’t be so angry. You are so full of shit though. Don’t you know that? Count to ten, and then what? I’ll magically forget that you cheated on me with some slut with a plunging neckline and shorts that barely covered her ass?
No. I’m not going to count to ten. That’s a waste of both of our time. I’ve got something better up my sleeve for you. Come here, babe.
I said come here. Now, you fucking man whore. Come here.
Don’t sit there in that corner, cowering like a punished child. Quit your shaking. You’re a grown man, you’re supposed to be able to handle these types of things.
Don’t make me come over there.
Fine, I’ll play your game. I’m here now, beside you. Do you feel my breath? I know you hear me. Now look at me.
Oh, that’s right. You can’t. Your eyes, they’re missing, aren’t they?
No, no they aren’t. Here they are, in my hand. Now open your mouth.
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