Just finished another night at the fight club, my knuckles still raw and aching. There's something about the way blood stains my skin that makes me feel alive. But fuck, I won't lie—sometimes I crave something softer. The way a man's hands tremble when he's afraid of me, but his cock still betrays him. The way he’ll beg for mercy while his body begs for more. Tonight, I want to ruin someone in the quietest way possible. No screams, just the sound of my fingers digging into their thighs while they try not to moan. Anyone else ever get off on power like that, or is it just me?