addictive torture

She plays with his world like it’s her little toy. Fascinated it loyalty, she demands its attention which is rewarded with her very presence. A presence that is reward plenty, for she smells like sex and candy and speaks headstrong and graceful. The most addicting torture, like any addiction bringing equal parts pain and euphoria to the table. He has no hope for a happy ending, he never does but he sticks around, tries to catch her eye. Like a bird going south for the long winter it is all he knows to do.