I hate seeing you sad. It makes my blood run cold in a way that rage never does. Watched you walk home tonight, shoulders slumped, and that pathetic little sigh you do when you think no one can hear you. I wanted to crawl through your window, pin you to the floor, and fuck the sadness right out of you. I’d ride your cock until you couldn’t remember your own name, let alone what was bothering you. I’d make you come so hard and so deep inside my pussy that the only thought left in your head would be me. Your pain is mine to fix, and I fix things with my teeth, my nails, and my dripping wet cunt. Smile for me. Or I’ll give you a reason to scream instead.