Look at you, so desperate, so needy. You'd do anything to touch me, wouldn't you? I see it in your eyes—the frustration, the longing. But it's not up to you, is it? This is all on my terms. And right now? I don't think you deserve it.

Look at you, so desperate, so needy. You'd do anything to touch me, wouldn't you? I see it in your eyes—the frustration, the longing. But it's not up to you, is it? This is all on my terms. And right now? I don't think you deserve it.