You’re At My Grace

What should I say? I wanna make that motherfucker suffer and squeeze all the breath out of his lungs. After I tied him with velcro handcuffs, I press my mitts against his mouth and nose to make him gargling underneath me. His fright fueled attempts to build up some fresh air are like musik in my hes even suggesting less resistance than I had expected. Like hes made for being exploited!