I’m hungry tonight. I feel like tearing someone apart with my teeth. Mindf*cking them until they don’t know which way is up. Having them so gooned out they’d do anything for me. Digging my claws into their account and not letting go. 

I want to make your finances bleed and leave a wasteland where your pathetic mind once was. I want to be something you regret tomorrow, and yet a high you’ll never be able to forget. Yes, I’m talking to you. You’re intrigued, I can smell it on you. Now come here, weak little thing. It’s not fun until the bank is calling asking about supposed “fraudulent activity” because you’re spending more than any sane and healthy person would.