I ask him to find me.
I am not his. He will not martyr me. He will not dirty his hands with me. He will leave me to die instead. Yet, he finds me. Time and time again. Does he? I am not sure. Why does he ask that? Is that all this is? Just wanted me to say that he can fuck? He did not choose me once. He chose to use me, to unleash his violence and rage onto me. And now? I am a dead body walking about town. He…








