The Crimson Weaver had eluded me, and I was drunk with her. I craved seeing her near me, and every dalliance just bore her deeper into my mind, my heart.
Eyes meeting mine as she leapt from a window. Blowing a kiss as I struggle, gagged and tied to a chair. The better of me. She stole my wealth and riches, but not my heart. That much I would have willingly given.
Taking her wouldn't be enough. I needed witnesses. A grand soiree of bound and gagged beauties; all mine, sacrifices to be made in name of my newest acquisition. I lured her to a restaurant, and would make her mine. 💞
I was drunk with her. Groaning. Moaning. Hands bound by gauze and tape. A hundred ruby smiles all sealed up, lips wrapped and taped and packed. Laressa's smile disappeared behind a handkerchief, kissed by me, and then tape - followed by another kiss. 💋
Two dozen damsels. All mine. Lips gagged. Arms bound. Laressa's gloating smile dimmed as she was caught, though she let me see a blush for the shortest of moments. I admired her, I admired other pretty things, making her jealous. That was, until I leaned in and whispered into her ear. Mine. She shuddered, pretending it was indignant anger. I knew better. I knew that this ruby would love, or grow to love, her new role.
But she was my beating heart, my lifeblood. I was lost in her lovely body as I ordered another girl to bind her. Though only I would get to enjoy her lips, her mouth sweet as honey. Hers is my heart. She is mine.
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