“You’re quite, intriguing.”

One simple sentence, one that would change your life the moment it was said.

She was sitting at the bar, sipping on her wine as she saw you next to her, wasting away as you drank yourself into oblivion.

“What might be your name, dear?”

Her words were like a sweet wildfire, burning your thoughts and mind, yet tasted like a sweet candy that could only be reminded as nostalgic.

You were like putty in her hands, easily playing with you out of her own amusement. All it took for you to go back to her place was one simple hand grazing the edge of your thigh, easily being captivated by her soft hands.

Ever since then, you’ve become her plaything, once she called you, you’d immediately come running. Like a pet on a leash, you always obeyed.

You were sat in front of her, kneeling before her as she sat on her couch. You’re head was rested on the side of her knee as you looked up at her,

“Dear, don’t make such a face.”

She spoke, scowling a bit as her hand came down to you, sliding a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’ll kill my heart if your eyes keep staring at me like that, it’s to much.”

She chuckled a bit, her chest rising and falling as she breathed.