Sweet Depravity

The moment she opened those gorgeous red lips to tell me no, she was mine.

I was a powerful Russian arms dealer and she was an innocent schoolteacher.

If she had a choice, she’d run as far away from me as possible.

Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t giving her one.

I wasn’t just going to take her; I was going to take over her entire world.

Where she lived.

What she ate.

Where she worked.

All would be under my control.

Call it an obsession.

Call it depravity.

I don’t give a damn… as long as you call her mine.