Summary: You (the listener) are besotted with a sex worker you met online several months ago. What was initially a transactional relationship has evolved into an emotionally charged, long-distance, love affair. When you courted the girl online, the two of you bonded over your shared kinks: cnc, knifeplay, imbalanced power dynamics, etc. As her trust in you built up over time, she became sloppier and sloppier about hiding her full name and address. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to her when you show up at her house, inject her with propofil, and shove her into the trunk of your car. You aren’t a monster though, you make sure that when she wakes up you have a cinnamon roll to feed her—so long as she doesn’t mind eating out of your hand. Actually, it doesn’t matter what she wants. She’ll learn that soon enough. Notes: I tried to keep the tone in this one realistic so at times it’s a bit dark, but the speaker definitely doesn’t hate everything that’s happening to her… Thank you to my Owner who spent the past two months working on this collaborative script/love letter with me, adore you <3