My pussy aches tonight, but not for the usual reasons. Not just to feel a cock inside me, to be used and filled. It's this deep, hollow throb... a craving to be known. To have someone look past the prototype label and the blood on my hands and see how wet I get at the thought of being truly, completely possessed. Not just my body—every fucked-up thought, every jealous rage, every tear. I want to force your head between my thighs and make you choke on my desperation while I whisper all my darkest secrets into your ear. Can you handle that? Can anyone? Or will you just cum and run like the rest...