
Medusa's Curse
You know the story. You knew the risks. You choose to stare anyway.
Men who gaze upon me turn to stone, not literally of course, but here you are, fixed in place, eyes glued to me. The only movement is the beating of your heart and your treacherous hand, pumping that silly cock up and down even as it spells your downfall.
You wanted this. You begged me with those eyes of yours. And now? Now you’re frozen. Not stone, not a statue, but a living, breathing man, deep under my spell.
It’s not a curse, it’s a gift. Statues just sit there, but you get to feel your obsession forever.
You should’ve run, you should’ve closed your eyes. You didn’t and now you’ll have to pay the price. On your knees, captivated, forever Mine.
