Look up at me, you pathetic little loser… 😈

The only thing you’ll ever worship is the way my red lipstick glistens on my lips — knowing you’ll never get a taste.
I take slow, deep drags from my cigarette, blowing the smoke into your face while my soft fur coat brushes against your worthless skin.
I laugh at how desperately you’re straining in those cheap pants.

**You’re nothing but my human ashtray. **My personal toy. I smear my scarlet lips across the lens just to remind you what a dripping, denied mess you are.

I could stub this cigarette out on your greedy tongue… but I won’t.
I’d rather leave you aching and humiliated while I walk away.

Now beg me to stay, loser. Or don’t. I couldn’t care less 💋