My thoughts are not my own anymore, I am believing you but fighting it at the same time. I feel your hand caress my breast and your finger trace my nipple and I cringe not wanting to respond to your touch. I know that your body wants my touch and that you are craving something that has always been denied to you… the joy of feeding. He trails his finger down my face towards my neck… so soft, you’re like silk. As you say that I watch in awe as your fingernail begins to extend and you cut yourself on your chest, your hand grabs my head gently and you lead me to your chest and tell me drink. You have powers, you can see the future, read people’s minds, you can shape-shift and you can manipulate others to do you bidding… you can also erase the memories of others.
