The dark eyes were turbulent, flashing with unknown paranoia and madness. He was kissing... The robot he had made.
She doesn't even understand anything...
Like a blank piece of paper, he can draw it with his pen and turn it into what he wants most.
Because she is unique and belongs only to him.
"Good boy," his cold and rational eyes were stained with lust, as if he had surrendered, and his voice was low and coaxing, "Open your mouth."
The more abstinent a person is, the crazier they become.
