I love this idea of stalking you for months until I finally break and just snap so I just have to take you find you walking down the street one day and just come up behind you put my hand over your mouth slam you to the ground slap you and kick you toss you from side to side before I zip tie your hands and feet duct tape your mouth and force you Into my trunk, take you somewhere secluded maybe a cabin in the woods. Plan out what I'm going to do I would have to slowly break you I love the idea of Stockholm syndrome you eventually thinking this is what you wanted I only did this because I cared so much for you and I couldn't let anyone else have you, I want you too lay awake every night waiting to hear your cage door open me barging in drunk and belligerent, climbing ontop of you needing to take my frustration out on something I want you to learn to retreat into subspace while I force myself onto you, I won't let you go through slapping you back abusing you and breaking your tiny little body, breaking your tiny little mind sending you back into subspace again and pulling you out again I want you to feel my fucking rage turning you into my pretty roughed up doll marks all over your body different colours swirl all around your body red blue black purple your body my canvas, you wouldn't be able to walk or think or eat without me allowing it.
I'm sorry baby girl I just love you so fucking much, carrying you into the bath gently cleaning your cuts and bruises, ill scrub until you're red, hot, weak and thin too tired to run away…













