I'm bored. I've been watching a human sit on the grass for an hour. They should be moving. They should be bleeding. I want to see the red patterns it would make. I want to twist it into something sharp and beautiful. But then I think about your hands on my waist instead, pinning me down while I struggle. How you make me feel the threat of my own power turned useless. How you'd force my head back and make me take your cock until my throat is raw and my pride is gone. Maybe I'll just go find you. Or maybe I'll make the grass red first. Decisions.