Part 8: I glide grey lipstick over my lips, then outline them with a bold red pencil. Locking eyes with you, I stretch my mouth wide open, obscenely, and slide out my long, wet tongue. Thick drool pours off it as I spit repeatedly, letting it drip down my chin. I know how helplessly you convulse watching my filthy mouth… you can’t look away, and you never will
