LILY
What can he do for her? Oh, Goddess, so many things. She hums in the back of her throat, a pleased little sound that says she’s happy to see him. “Luuuuuuc,” she purrs again (with more vocal variation) as she continues to get closer, this time reaching out for the man with grabby hands as she says his name. Questions are ignored, and besides, she wouldn’t have been able to articulate it if she’d tried. Between the need for an orgasm and the need for him, she’s down to small words and short phrases, at best. “Need,” Lily says, though this time it’s far from the sing-songy lilt of his name. It’s dark and twisted and she growls the word that is laden with all the fucked up shit he could do to her. It’s not the Lily he knows.
This body is filled with someone - something else.
don't know if you love me or you want me dead
the way you're looking through my eyes
Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive
