Do not mess with me, little man.
I will crush you underfoot.
Quivering fingers, you reach for your keyboard, desperate to make me your literary inspiration.
But I am more than that. So much more.
You are mine, my tiny man-whore.
Your words belong to me, and I will share them with no-one.
So still your digits.
I have other tasks for them to complete first.
Beautiful! Hell hath no fury…
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Thanks MM 😀
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Nice take on the prompt, makes me wonder what you would want me to do with my fingers.
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Thanks Elliott. 😉Oh, I wouldn’t mind betting that you’ve a fairly good idea 😜
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