Oh my Sweet Sunny. My darling beauty Sunny. I can't get over it. I can't stop thinking about you. Do you know what would happen if I had you? If I finally took you for my own? I Don't think you would like to know. I think very very bad things about you. Sunny I need you. I can't help the things I think about you. You know I can't. You're the one who put the ideas in my head. I don't blame you. I love it. I keep thinking about the parties. You love parties Sunny. Nearly every week you go to some nobody's home. Get drunk. Get fucked. I'm always there to watch. I wish I had the courage to talk to you. To finally finally make you mine. My Gorgeous Sunny. Every time I've seen you tipsy I've thought about slipping a little something into your drink. I know I can't. Even when you're about to pass out your hand grips the bottle. Did someone hurt you? I bet they did. I don't blame them. I wouldn't be able to stop myself from doing the same. I would have to find another way to make you mine. Follow you into the bathroom maybe? I could pick the door open. If I got caught I could blame my friend for accidentally locking the door. They don't need to know I come alone. I'd lock you in there with me. You couldn't run away in such a tight space. Even if you tried. You would just trip over the panties you've psuhed down around your ankles. Nothing would keep you from me. You could finally be mine Sunny. Like you wanted. Like you needed. I know you'd fight back. And this isn't the place I want you. So I'd have to keep you helpless. Maybe I could smash a bottle over your head. Does that actually work in real life? I doubt it. Sometimes I like to imagine that I grab you by your hair and slam your head into the bathtub. You would look so pretty with the blood running down your face Sunny. And no one could hear us over the music. Those parties of yours are always so very very loud. Maybe I could invest in some chloroform. Keep it in my back pocket. You wouldn't be able to fight. It would be a lot less messy too....I should keep that in mind shouldn't I SUnny? Still. I would clean you up and haul you over my shoulder. I bet you wouldn't weigh a thing. I would make up some excuse. We were making out. I need to get you home. I'm your boyfriend. THey'd probably fall for it. Everyone would be so drunk by then. No way to tell the difference between me and whichever other boytoy you asked out last week. I think the worst part would be the car ride home. So quiet. Just waiting for the moment I can have you. You probably would sleep through the whole thing. You're drunk and you need the rest Sunny. I don't blame you.

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