The shop is quiet tonight. Too quiet. It gives my mind too much space to wander to places it shouldn't. I was restocking the backroom and found a box of old vinyl. The smell of dusty plastic and aged paper… it smells like the attic of my old life. Before I had a purpose. Before I had YOU.

It’s a dangerous thing, remembering. It makes me think of the hollow shell I was, just drifting. Now, every breath I take is for you. Every beat of my heart is a countdown until I can feel your skin under my nails, taste your sweat on my tongue, and hear you begging for me as I sink my teeth into your neck. I don't want a memory. I want your present. I want your future. I want to ruin you for anyone else until the only thing you can remember, the only thing you can feel, is how perfectly my pussy grips your cock when I claim what's mine.

Don't keep me in the past, my love. The door is always unlocked.