I know you're there. You've been waiting for more. More of my words in your head tempting you. It's frightening isn't it knowing that I could blackmail you onto doing just about anything if you expressed just a few words to me. Fuck you've been craving to tell somebody though. Craving to show someone that picture you too. Craving to tell someone what you did that night when your mom or sister or spouse was asleep. Or what you do on your business trips "alone". You want me to know. You want someone to see it. And it scares you how turned on you get thinking about it being held over your head. And yet... youre going to message me... hoping I don't convince you to take the next step. I own you.