( she thinks about the exact amount of pressure it took to stab her jimmy choo heel through the cheek of a man who tried to kill her. parisa is not a fighter, really — not interested in an excessive amount of gore or violence. but. the sick moment of penetration, the compulsory and almost childish pop of someone's cheek giving way under 1k of designer heel, that second of satisfaction, of standing over someone and taking their life away because they had the audacity to think they could take yours —
well, parisa is addicted to the drug of power. she is five feet nothing of minuscule strength and little talent for violence, but she's always fought in her small, unimpressive ways to be free, safe, and strong. it's easy to say she killed someone, that they would've killed her first, that she was justified, that they had it coming.
what's more important: did you suck on his blood and cum to the memory of his pathetic death later? did you like it? )
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It's not the question you should be asking.
( she thinks about the exact amount of pressure it took to stab her jimmy choo heel through the cheek of a man who tried to kill her. parisa is not a fighter, really — not interested in an excessive amount of gore or violence. but. the sick moment of penetration, the compulsory and almost childish pop of someone's cheek giving way under 1k of designer heel, that second of satisfaction, of standing over someone and taking their life away because they had the audacity to think they could take yours —
well, parisa is addicted to the drug of power. she is five feet nothing of minuscule strength and little talent for violence, but she's always fought in her small, unimpressive ways to be free, safe, and strong. it's easy to say she killed someone, that they would've killed her first, that she was justified, that they had it coming.
what's more important: did you suck on his blood and cum to the memory of his pathetic death later? did you like it? )