Shhhh......

What?? Awww... you poor thing, I can't hear you. What are you crying about? Oh that you can't breathe, that you don’t t have any oxygen. Well too fucking bad, I don't fucking care. What I care about, is really nothing about you. I control how you live, how you breathe, any oxygen that comes into your lungs is by pure grace and luckiness. But, is it really luck or my toying with your life with these leather gloves.