He looked at me like I'm a floating snowflake. Like he can have me all for himself. Like he wants to own me. Like he wants to hurt me then kiss it good. Like he wants to spread his filth on my innocence. Like he wants to get past the skin barrier and dig out my own inner filth. Like he wouldn't give up on me. Like he wants to see me weak, needy, helpless and holding tight on to him. I think I liked it.
