You are too pathetic to survive in the real world, too anxious to hold a job, too socially inept to function in public. Out there, you completely fall apart. In here with me, you know exactly where you belong.
Chained up, foggy, dazed, no idea of the day of the week or even how long you've been locked away. Time doesn't matter any more when your only purpose is waiting for me.
That little head of yours shouldn't be occupied with anything except wondering what sort of mood I'm in tonight. Whether I will decide if you have earned the abuse you crave, or whether I will leave you aching, desperate and touch starved for another day.
You will repeat how much you need me until you believe it yourself. Every mark you carry will become another reminder of who holds your world together. Day after day, I will make sure you remember the same truth, nobody will ever understand you like I do. Nobody else will indulge the darkest corners of your mind, accept every contradiction, or make you feel as completely seen as I can. In time, you will stop looking for anyone else, because you will be convinced there was nobody else.
That's why you have to do everything you can to keep me happy. Without me, where the hell would you be? Who the fuck else will put up with you? Who else will hurt you the way you need to be hurt? Eventually, I don't even have to force it, the unbridled love you have for me will slip out whenever my fists hit your body.
I will never apologize for raping you, nor will I plead for forgiveness. You bring out the violence and the sadism in me. I can't stop myself, from hitting you, cutting you, forcing you to the ground and pressing your skin into the floor.
You bitch have to take the blame for this. I mean, look at you. How could anybody resist taking advantage of you? You are the PERFECT victim. You were lonely, depressed, full of self hatred. You welcome the distraction from all that shit. You know, you really should be thanking me for taking you away from all of that bullshit.
The last girl I drew in was painfully innocent. Kind, trusting, completely unprepared for someone like me. They admired me so completely that every scrap of approval I offered felt priceless. I never rushed it. Control isn't built in a single moment, it's cultivated. A simple request became a concession, every concession became a habit. Every boundary shifted so gradually that she barely noticed it moving. Doubt turned to dependence, then to obedience. By the time she realized how much of themselves they surrendered to me, she couldn't even remember where the process began. I started small, light slaps on the ass, gently wrapping my hands around her throat. She was nervous, afraid, but could never deny the excitement she felt as my hits became harder. Slaps became punches, kicks, whippings, anything I wanted to do to her. It wasn't just for my pleasure anymore, she would fall to her knees, begging to hurt her more, to treat her like the bitch she was.
I don’t crave your fear nearly as much as I crave your memory. I want to be the thought you can never quite silence, the voice that lingers in the back of your head long after I have disappeared. I want you to measure every choice against the echo I left behind, until you can no longer tell where my influence ends and your thoughts begin. That is the only mark worth leaving, not one that fades with time, but one that reshapes the way you see yourself and the world around you.
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