The Truth

"Well, Lana... I'll be honest with you. I don't get it myself, but I have the power to control you. To do as I please." You explain, your hands still feeling across her skin.

"What? Bullshit! That's impossible." She argues.

You just shake your head. Why did people never accept the insane when it's so evident? It's like that quote from Big Trouble in Little China. Uhh.. umm.. Egg Shen! Why should you believe it? Because it's *real*.

Your hand moves from her breast, towards her throat. You don't squeeze, but just feel across her perfect skin.

"I respect you, Lana. You're a hell of a woman. Strong. Smart. Morally understandable. But well... You are so fucking sexy. And I think there's a part of me that wants to see you crumble. So how about I prove it to you? Words are meaningless, after all."