You don’t see me, but I see you. I always see you. I’m always there—no matter what you do. No matter if you’re a lovely mother during the day or a debauched whore at night. I see you reading to your child or wrapping your legs around a pole. I see you rubbing your petite body against other men and serving guests in your chaste uniform. I know who you are, and who you would like to be. I know what you need and you will get it. Soon. Then you will be mine.

I’m not a white knight in shining armor, baby. I’m the monster that will pull you down. You don’t see me, but you suspect I’m here.I’m always there—no matter what you do. As usual.I protect you when you think there’s no one there for you; I’m listening when you think no one is listening to you, and I see you when you would like nothing more than to be invisible. I feel you when you rub your small hot body against me and when you play my assistant wearing that tight costume.I know what’s going on in your head, who you are, and who you’d like to be.I know what you need and gave it to you.Now you’re mine.And that will never change.