On that special day, something happens.

I don't know if some chemicals are released in my brain, or the gears start malfunctioning, or if it's like that werewolf- full moon thing. But something happens

And that something is destined to ruin everything, it lurks just waiting for the perfect moment.

It makes me do things. Not in a psychical sense like I try to restrain but it forces me. More in away it makes me think differently. I become someone/something else.



I'm pretty sure by now it's evil. I do things I regret and would have never done. My main involvement is mildly torturing the control that guys have. It's horrible, and unfair and I watch them struggle. And I laugh.

Now I don't drain them of all happiness for the rest of their life so they're 24/7 sad or angry. I'm not some super-villain. But pretty damn close.

I seduce them. I taunt and tease and play in the most unfair ways. I see a guy the real me wants or a potential toy, and I go for them. I lure them away. I let them give up all they're morals and all they're standards, all they hold dear. And I take it gleefully, without regret until I snap out of it.



My favorite part is letting them drool beg for me and I smile and leave. They follow without thinking, without control. For my amusement, I watch the misery of them realizing the consequences, what they've done, and seeing the remorse in they're eyes, they're body spilling over with longing and desire.

Like a street whore, I tramped. I smothered my victim with love and feelings of importance, acceptance and the feeling of being needed. Then I'd snatch it back, taking back more than I gave, leaving him more hurt than before. Not long after, the line of unfullfilled, wanting men would pile up. And I'd dispose of them.

No, I didn't kill them. I did worse. I let them kill themselves. They were drove crazy with "love" or my favorite- "lust" and would fight each other until dead.



I'm a disaster. I'm literally a siren without a tail, a harpy without claws, a pixie without wings, and a vampire without the thirst for blood.

All dangerous in different ways, but more dangerous in a similar way.

Seductress, Temptress, Enticer, Allurer, Enchantress. Bitch. 



And I can't control it.