Just accept it. You are mine.
I have no intention of letting you go.
You are my bond.
That guy is my bond.
What do you think you’re dying?
Other people touching my things.
Your body has my mark on it. Don’t let anyone else touch it.
That body of yours belongs to me.
Right now you also belong to me.
I didn’t want to let anyone touch you. I always wanted to make you mine.
You’re mine. I’ll imprint myself within you.
I won’t forgive you if you get intimate with anyone else besides me.
You are already mine.
I won’t give you to anyone.
So where did you take him?
What did you do to him? Why do you smell like him?
I want to tell the whole world that you’re mine.
Are you okay with toys like this even if it wasn’t me?
