Play. Venus beckoned with her unrestrained breasts. Holding my hand as I watched the robbers seize my beloved Cossack. I headed towards him but, she held on. Tripping, I fell to the ground. I looked back at her dark eyes. Play. I headed towards him holding my wounded hand, leaving her standing. You were my cure. They stood in between us. Straighten it. I tried and recoiled in pain. I can't. Stripped, I bared my soul and all they could see was my skin. Hot oil and potions. Magic and prayers. Words and whips. Straighten it. I tried and forced it straight. Deviant laughter faded as they watched it curl in their face. Straighten it. I won't.
I've never done this before. Neither have I. I think it's too early. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm scared. I feel funny. Is it supposed to be like this? I always thought it would be different. Not with you. Never with you. I can do without this. Oh, I don't need this either. What about tomorrow? Yeah, today won't be the same after this. We won't be the same after this. There's no turning back. It feels right though. I feel fine. Alright, I'll do it. I'll do it. I love you. I love you.