For me, it’s not about ruining you. At least not completely. It’s about ruining the OLD you. The one who was SO sure she didn’t want what I had to offer. I hate that stupid cunt with a passion. I want her bruised and begging. No, for me, the larger part is about the NEW you. The one that feels yourself getting wet whenever you see a man that looks at you a certain way. The ‘you’ that will think back to the night I let her out of the closet to see the light for the first time, and feel grateful I ignored her ‘preference’ in favor of my own. Perhaps you’ll come back for another round. Perhaps you’ll try to hide yourself away again. Regardless, your life is what I’ve made it. Broken. Ground down… And the dust used to make the brick of your new life.