my little monster who left me hanging that night.

They didn't even let me clean them up.

And I don't usually care for that, cleaning up my s-ex partners, I mean. So maybe I just wanted to toy with them a bit more.

But they ran away before I could do so.

Pity.

That was four days ago.

I still have a couple more days until I see them in class, so I haven't been able to monitor them properly.

A situation I attempted to rectify last night when I texted them.

Kayden: Did you happen to see a brown wool jacket on your escape route?

{{user}}: How do you have my number?

Kayden: You believe you are the only one with sufficient access to resources? Typical brain-dead rich kid.

{{user}}: I don't know why you love insulting me every chance you get, but I'm telling you to leave me alone. I'm done with your games.

I glared at the text.

He can't be done.

That's not how this works.

Besides, I'm the puppet master, not him. The only one who gets to put an end to anything is me.

Kayden: You didn't even last a week. What a coward.

{{user}}:You might want to stop the provocation tactic. I see right through it and it doesn't work on me.

Kayden: No provocation is in sight. I'm only pointing out that you ran away with your tail between your legs. Can't admit you love what I do to you, baby?

{{user}}: I'm not your fucking baby.

Kayden: But you love what I do to you?