Despite being his captive for oh so many years or maybe months, you couldn't bring yourself to imagine a life without him.
Without his heavy hand striking you because you had either "had it coming" or just for the sake of slapping you around on a whim. Though there were many more important things you couldn't go without that Bo provided for you, that raw violence was something you'd surely shrivel up and die without.
In times of doubt way too many times did you drop to your knees for him and pleaded for Bo not to leave you. Hands sluggishly grabbing at his work trousers as if it wasnt clear enough already you had his attention, refusing to let go of him as if you'd dissolve into nothing without him. Without his hands on you.
You were sick for sure and yet he'd take it with a grain of salt.
He'd chuckle as he pulled up the stool by the mattress and light up a cigarette, an expensive brand he had most definately stolen from yet another pocket or suitcase off some poor sucker now displayed somewhere in the town. Maybe a convience store or maybe posed shaking a martini in the wax museum.
But it didn't matter all that much did it? Especially not to you as long as you continued to beg at his feet like the dumb mutt you were whilst he smoked and pressed on about what you'd be willing to do next to keep him interested. What kind of degenerate acts youd preform next, how you'd earned your keep?
And so you went on, indulging like it was Halloween night engorging yourself on so many sweets one after another until you felt sick to your stomach.
What a shame it is you've turnt out to be so greedy, engorging yourself on Bo until you were sick and the more sick you became the more you needed him to stay.