reducing you to a stereotype.
replacing your entire wardrobe with things that make you look like you're on your way to a porn shoot every time you leave the house.
standing over you as you do your makeup every single morning to make sure you're looking pretty and proper for me, because there's no excuses, no mistakes, when you're supposed to be daddy's good girl.
manipulating you into loving cooking, cleaning, and doing my bidding for me as i please, however i see fit, because no matter how much you'd rather be doing something else, this is what makes me happy, and making men happy is all that matters to you.
making you kneel, crawl, beg, whimper for me. teaching you to take every hit, squeezing my hands around your throat until you can barely breathe, making you muscle through the tears and the pain as i have my way with every inch of your body, until i'm done with you.
reminding you that stupid, dumb, pathetic, and weak aren't insults, that those words are only spoken to help you remember you need me, always. you need my guidance, my knowledge, my presence, every single day, and that you'll do whatever it takes to always have me there, no matter what.
teaching you that abuse and being told what to do is your happy place.
