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I am a siren who sings a silent song. I speak not, and the written word is no barrier to my temptation. The juxtaposition between the screams of the punished and the silence of the blade is what allows for such intensity. Silent comfort given with silent torture. What need is there to speak when the song is a melody of my victim's screams? 

 

​Initiating is difficult for most people, though I find it nigh impossible, a symptom of my psyche. They say no response is a response and from most people it is, however no response from me isn't out of malice or lack of interest, simply an inability to communicate properly. Hence why I treasure neediness, obsession, and devotion. If you need me so badly you'll come crawling for attention even if that effort is never reciprocated I will drown you with affection when you ask. This isn't to say I wont put effort in, simply that I apply myself elsewhere. I'll give you paragraphs describing in great intricate detail the horrible things I want to do to you, expecting nothing more than a simple response. In fact I insist on it, don't worry about thinking of a response, don't think at all, just read my words and let yourself melt into deep submissive oblivion.

​Physical initiation however, is quite easy for me. Be it a hand around your neck or a knife on your skin, I don't ask, I simply do. To be mine relies on consent being the default that can be taken away. Should you ever need me to stop I will in a heartbeat, but otherwise I won't hinder the thrill, the fact that I may attack at any moment, claim you in any way. It's a craving I can't  otherwise fulfill.

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