GaarasMeltdown

The noise splits the air. Like the crack of a gun. I wish it had been a gun. Then maybe, My suffering would end. Your hand is red. I hope it hurt, Slapping me so hard. With your other hand, You grasp my hair tightly, Always so tightly. I am suspended above ground. Instantly I become limp, Like a rag doll, Lest I anger you further. My face is bruised, Stained with silent tears. I taste the familiar saltiness. It's comforting. At least I know I'm still human. In my mind I scream, Begging for you to stop. But also to continue. I'm twisted in that way, I guess. I long for your embrace. I only want your love. Yet I know