Being a victim comes so naturally to you. Even if you could escape, you wouldn’t have, and you never will...
The thought of a possibility of your life being taken by the kiss from my lips turns you on and clouds your judgment. For better or worse.. mostly worse.. You are not going to make a right decision for your own benefit....

but you will make the best decision of your life, to choose it being taken away from you by the Goddess.

It doesn’t matter. It’s worth it. It’s worth your life, to give it up for one last touch, the first touch, the only touch you will ever fe...

Being a victim comes so naturally to you. Even if you could escape, you wouldn’t have, and you never will...
The thought of a possibility of your life being taken by the kiss from my lips turns you on and clouds your judgment. For better or worse.. mostly worse.. You are not going to make a right decision for your own benefit....

but you will make the best decision of your life, to choose it being taken away from you by the Goddess.

It doesn’t matter. It’s worth it. It’s worth your life, to give it up for one last touch, the first touch, the only touch you will ever feel, and it’s worth it to give up everything you have, even your existence.

Being a victim to my seduction, to my looks, to my lips, to my kiss. You are willing to trade everything for a single moment, even your own life, for the very last kiss, the very last breath that you’ll take. The intrusive thought of painted lips grips tight attention of your mind, soaks into the fibers of your psyche and the smell of bright red lipstick is blinding your judgment.