i open the closet and the hinges creak, but you seem not to have noticed as you begin to moan. your deep inhales perfumes the room with deep, primal lechery and sensual desire. i walk along the side of your bead until i'm next to the corner. i look at the TV for a moment then back at you.

then looking at the vanity i notice that the work outs and running i've been doing have made a difference. my naked form lit by the TV on one side and shaded on the other. i notice how dull my knife looks with the soot on it to hide it's flash from your eyes. cold steel gripped in my hand my moderately muscled form bulging with narcissistic veiws of myself in god form

i walk to the TV and turn up the volume with the hand that has my rope and turn to face you with dark blue eyes hiden under my brows and a smirk on my face.