Sadistic captor who’s done hurting you in all the ways except for sexually and has convinced herself sex will make you feel better. So the careful, tedious wound care and comforting turns into rape. This is what you expected to happen, but then it didn’t. And now it is happening, but she insists it’s not like that at all.
“This is fine, I’m not hurting you anymore. You’ll feel better very soon, just feel good. Shh, I won’t hurt you. I got it all out, relax. The pain will go away. Just remember this, okay? This is good, right?”
But of course you don’t want to remember. She’s being so gentle as if this is just a natural continuation to patching you up and cautiously petting your beaten body to console you. And it’s worse like this. But she insists it’s nothing that compares to the abuse just before.
“Nonono, you’re okay, no more pain. This isn’t bad, this is better. It’s just sex, I’ll make you feel good. I can’t hurt you more, not too much. I’ll make it better. Maybe if I move you into a better position? I don’t want to hurt you more, I’m not hurting you.”
But of course it hurts, you’re covered in marks and blooming bruises all over. Too scared and tight to relax but too weak to resist. She can’t help getting captivated by your whimpers when she brushes on your skin where it’s raw and stings. Fucking you harder like she’s trying to distract herself, desperate to deny herself the pleasure of your pain. That’s not what this is about, the violence is over. Like she’s really trying to just make it go away and needs this to make it better. But of course it won’t.
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