You’re on your knees right in front of me, exactly where a spit-hungry nobody like you belongs, waiting for whatever filth I decide to give you. I tilt your chin up with two fingers and watch your pathetic little face strain for my attention. You don’t deserve kindness, you don’t deserve affection, you don’t even deserve a word from me. All you deserve is my spit. Thick, wet, cold, warm, stringy—every drop that leaves my mouth is worth more than you’ll ever be. I let a slow strand fall from my lips and land right on your forehead, running down your nose before dripping into your open mouth. I spit again, harder this time, letting it splatter across your cheeks while you sit there taking it like the dumb spit-sucking slut you are. I laugh at you as I smear my saliva across your face with my fingers, rubbing it into your skin like I’m marking property. I lean over you and let my goddess spit rain down your eyes, your lips, your tongue, your throat, every tiny hole that exists on your fac
