Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your knife will cut me deeply. I woke up in a fog and I don’t know what day it is or whether its day or night. I’ve been locked underground for so long and had so many blackouts that I can no longer keep track. I look down and your name is carved across my abdomen. The blood has clotted and it looks so beautiful. I run my hand across your name, feeling the thick blood scabs, and whisper it to myself.
I realize at that moment I can barely speak, my throat is raw from you fucking it and my tongue is swollen from your beatings. But you treat me exactly how I deserve to be treated. You are the only one who knows how to control my sexual desires. I reach down further to where my pussy used to be. Now between my legs is just a mangled mess of flesh and loose skin and blood. My clitoris is gone, and I know that you have it. It has always belonged to you.
I try to listen for you, wondering where you are and why I am here all alone. But my ears are ringing in my head. You’ve no doubt cracked my skull. I can feel my heart beating weakly inside my chest. I ache to see you one last time. I count my breaths and hold onto life waiting to worship you.
Then you’re there. Standing over me. That gorgeous smile, teeth covered in blood, glaring down at me. The tip of your blade glistens in the air above my face. A single tear runs down my face because I got to see you one last time. Now it is time to take what is yours. My life, my blood, my pain.
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