You'd never suspect it. In everyday life I'm super sweet, helpful, hilarious, a touch charming. But this calm demeanor belies something more sinister. Something more primal.

I can't help myself sometimes. My passion overtakes me and something animalistic takes over. Something deep inside me overwrites everything I know. It turns me on like nothing else to hold a woman down, slap her around and force her to give me every part of her body. With consent, of course, I'm not a monster.

It's been a part of me ever since I was a teenager. For as sweet and kind as I can be - I'm also a little effed up, but I hide it well. Whereas some men would never lift a finger against a woman, I would hurt you and take pleasure in it. I have a penchant for breaking beautiful things. You would be my obedient plaything.

I would look upon you and take you in my mind. I would chat you up, slowly learning more and more about you so that I could systematically break you down. I’d turn you into a ravenous little slut for me. I’d convince you that every inch, every limb, every hole of your body belonged to me. I'd leave an indelible mark on your heart, mind and soul. I would own you from the inside out and I would take control of my property often.

It's just what you do to me. You fill me with so much passion, so much lust that I can't help but take what I want. I want you, girl. I want to tear you apart and I want you to thank me as I do it.

I want to see the fear, the pain, the pleasure in your eyes and voice as I mold you into my filthy toy. I want your body to ache for me. I want you to feel me inside you for days. I want to ruin you for all other men. You're mine and I want to show you how badly I want you by taking you whenever I want. I want to smile at you as you struggle underneath me.

Tell me why you deserve to be mine.