You never do anything halfway, do you? You wallow in your pain and you throw yourself into battle with such determination - really, it should be no surprise that you fuck with the same passion.
Even like this, bent nearly in half and writhing beneath these wire-scarred hands, even with the noises that you make - not even I suspected you'd be a talker! - you're still so... intense.
You don't see me, don't see my smirk on his lips as your breath catches... you're so close... you just need...
"Was möchest du, Kätzchen?"
Ah. Now you see me.
A/N: Was möchest du, Kätzchen? - What do you need, kitten?