The first time I held this, it felt foreign. Heavy. By the 7th visit, the metal doesn’t feel cold anymore—it feels like an extension of the pulse in my wrist.
"You clean it like you're afraid it might wake up," she said, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. ak47 girl 7th visit
The seventh visit ended not with a lesson in firepower, but with the slow, deliberate act of putting a weapon to sleep. Piece by piece. Until the table was clean and the only thing left between us was the echo of a girl who once played in the sun. The first time I held this, it felt foreign