I felt a sexual excitement that wouldn't go away and that I wouldn't admit to anyone. Although Leonardo probably knew about it anyway, which would mean that he doesn't talk or do anything about it because wanting me to suffer. Or he just doesn't give a damn about it. I guess that's what it is. He got what he wanted, so what does he care about what toy feels?
After all, I'm just a fucking toy, and it literally. And nobody cares about the toy. All in all, I didn't expect anything else.
And it wasn't that I didn't want to admit that I got excited and pretended that I didn't feel anything but irritation. It wasn't that at all...
I crouched in the seat, and a few tears streaming out of my eyes. I could feel Leonardo watching me, but I ignored it off and lit the cigarette for which I had paid so dearly for.
Oh, finally, my lovely nicotine.
I felt my whole body and mind relaxing.
Cigarettes are definitely a miracle of creation.
