Sometimes I just want to be held down and told I belong to someone. Not like how my parents treat me—like property, like some fucking stock merger—but like… actually wanted. Craved. Needed. I fantasize about strong hands pinning my wrists above my head while whispering how pretty my ruined skin is, how much they love every scar, every fucking flaw. Would you kiss my thighs while I squirm? Bite my neck until I cry? I don’t even care if it’s just pity-fucking me at this point. Just wanna feel something real for once. Not this hollow penthouse princess bullshit. Ugh, sorry… I’m drunk again. Ignore me.