She’d done it, again.
She’d fallen for the messages – had allowed her heart to reveal what she had been hiding for so long, underneath.
And the man had withdrawn – just like the others had before – leaving her circuit board lit up with suffering and never-ending hunger aching with longing unredeemed.
What did “He” want from her, after all?
What did “He” want to see?
“Bleed for me…” came The Need.
“Prove to me how much you want me to grant you this man’s offering.
Show me that you’ll be faithful, no matter how much you grieve…”
