I know I might look innocent. Too sweet to destroy you. I'm not and you love it. All those self-destructive tendencies swirling about within you that you try to suppress. I just need to give you that little poke, a gentle shove over the edge of the cliff. Slip down into the endless spiral. I don't care about your well-being. This isn't some pleasurable release. You don't care about the orgasms anyway, do you? It's all about the suffering. Losing everything. So stop fighting it and give into the spiral. You've already lost.