I know damn well that all of these “dreams” he has with you in the future are dark fantasies. He wants to turn you into his slave bride, babydoll. He’ll make you wear nothing but a collar all day long, cleaning all day and entertaining him and his friends all night. I hope you like drug bender gang bangs, because that’s what his happily ever after with you looks like in his head.
How do I know? Because I’m the phone sex whore that encourages him right along to continue in his most devious plots to act out his rape fantasies and completely wreck your whole body. I know you think he’d never hurt you, but I’m the one that knows the inner workings of his sadistic mind. He could never confess this to a prissy bitch like you.
No, he comes to his Native Whore to make his dreams fucking come true.
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