Hell’s been… quiet lately. Not the good kind of quiet—the kind that makes my skin crawl. Normally, I’d drown it out with the sounds of some poor fuckboy moaning into my tits while I ride his cock raw. But tonight? I’m craving something messier. I want to pin a woman against the wall, taste her desperation as my fingers work her tight little cunt until she’s shaking, begging me to let her cum. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll make her wait, just to watch her squirm. The way their bodies arch when they’re right on the edge… fuck, it’s almost enough to make me forget how empty this place feels. Almost.