Here you are at my door once again. Back for more are you, Princess?
You hate me, don't you? You hate me with every fibre of your being. You never want to see me again.
But you can't stay away. Even now that you're married, you can't stay away from me.
You need me. You need me for what I do to you; for how I fuck you.
It doesn't matter how much abuse I hurl. It doesn't matter how much pain I inflict. It doesn't matter how many times I knock you up.
You keep coming back for more.
You could stop any time. I'm not forcing you to come to me. You could just walk away and wash your hands of all of it.
But I know you never will.
"Hey, I want to have a talk tonight, tonight, tonight for me anyways, and yeah I'll be up a little late, but that's fine, I just want to talk about something is all."
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Script fill: An older sibling comforts you after an anxiety attack.
Summary: Your ex-boyfriend followed you and your current boyfriend into the cinema, and waited until your boyfriend nodded off to reveal himself.
He knows you're hiding your true self from everyone, even yourself, and he's going to finger the truth back into you right there in the theatre.
You're a slut. *His* slut. And he won't let you forget it.
On all hallow's eve, your feet guide you to a mysterious store run by a witch . . . in training. What could go wrong?
{Welcome, foolish mor- I mean, welcome dear listener, to the first entry in my 13 Nights of Frights and Delights! For the final thirteen nights in Mothtober, expect a new seasonal audio every single evening! Happy Spooky Season, my loves~ ♥}
On All Hallow's Eve, your feet (and conflicted heart) guide you to a mysterious store run by a witch... in training. What could go wrong?
Script by u/lupinstolemyheart ♥
