The mask hides my face, but not the hunger in my hands.
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The mask hides my face, but not the hunger in my hands.
Full moon, full forest, full mask—nothing here is real except the way you're imagining me.
I wear the mask because the world deserves to be afraid of what it can't see.
You think I’m just a mask in the dark? Wait until you find out what’s under it — I save the real horror for those who dare to ask.
This is just the warm-up; the real fun happens in the private chat where I don't need a mask to be this intense.
The mask says it all.
The mask hides me, but not what I want to do to you.
I guess even the reaper needs a Tuesday night lasagna.
I’m not here to cook — I’m here to watch you get ready for something else.
I let her think she's the one in control — the mask just hides how much I enjoy watching her unravel.