Violetta Mort's Memoirs

He used to draw me, you know. Everyday he would look at me and just draw me- But one day he stopped. I didn't say anything because I started to analyze his behavior; and the more i watched him, the more I noticed he didn't like me anymore. So one day he came home and I got on my knees and blew him. He didn't cum. A tear down my chin and anger in my heart. I took a knife and i made a portrait of him. I stapled his hair and I glued his lips to it. Now I can kiss him anytime I want and he never refuses, he doesn't even complain. He's perfect =)