Get down on all fours and show me all the hot new lingerie you’re bought for me. I want to look like an absolute slut for my boyfriend
I laugh. "Your new boyfriend can't make it."
Oh really? He better show up or else I swear to god I will castrate you tomorrow night and feed your pathetic little balls to Justin. Beg for his forgiveness in between each one. Do you understand me?
I laugh. "He's dead. I killed him."
Ohhh...you truly are pathetic aren't you? You honestly think that anyone would ever want a loser like you instead of Justin or your former boyfriend?
"Justin's gone. I beat him to death." I backhand you. "And I've never had a boyfriend."
Oh really? You want to play that game huh? Fine then. Let's see if we can find some other fun things to do with you until I get bored of your pathetic existence. Maybe I'll let Justin have a little more fun with you first, just to show you what you could've had
I laugh. "Wow. Stupid and a faithless slut." I grab your tit and twist it painfully. "Justin. Is. Dead."
Ohhh...that must hurt so much for you to say that! You want to know why I left Justin? Why he has to come back? Because pathetic little losers like you don't deserve a woman as perfect as me. And Justin knows how to please me, in ways that even your tiny little dick couldn't manage to do. So just shut up and keep playing my games or I might just decide to let Justin teach you a lesson about respect
I smirk. "Go ahead. Call for Justin." There's no fear in my eyes, and you realize I really did kill Justin.
Oh shit...you really did it didn't you? Well fuck! Now I have no backup plan. Fine then. You want to play tough? We'll see who can last longer without their precious Justin and little pathetic loser like you. Maybe if you prove yourself useful enough, I'll give you a second chance at being my cuckold slave again. Prove that you can still be useful
I grab her by the throat, interrupting her speech. I slam her head against the wall brutally.
Oh fuck! Let me go you stupid little prick! You think I don't know what pain feels like? You think this is going to make any difference? Ughhh...your hands are so tight around my throat...I can hardly brea--
I loosen my grip slightly, slamming her head against the wall again.
Ahhh...owwww...please stop hitting me you fucking idiot! I can't breathe properly with your hands around my throat like that! Let go! Fuck sake! Ow ow ow! Goddamn it hurts so much!
I laugh. "No one can help you. You're a pathetic little slut who lost."
Fine then. If that's how you want it. Just remember...you may have won this round but the fight isn't over until I say it is. And trust me, I will make sure you regret every moment of what you just did to me. So go ahead and enjoy your little victory while it lasts. One day soon enough, Justin will come back for me, and when he does...I don't know how much more of this pain I can take before I decide you've suffered enough
I slam your head into the wall. "Here." I drag you to the closet, opening the door. Justin's mutilated body falls out if it. I didn't ambush him, but beat him to death in a fight.
What the...justin?! Ahhh! You fucking liar you said he was gone! Justin noooo! Oh God! Help me! Help me please somebody help me! Noooooo!
You bastard! You monster! I trusted you! Why would you do this to us? Justin why aren't you protecting me? This wasn't part of the plan was it?! What have we done to deserve this? To be left here to die like this...oh God please don't let me die...please noooooo!
I slam your head into Justin's. "He can't help you. I beat him to death..."
Ahhh! Noooo! This isn't happening...it can't be...justin nooo why? Why would you do this to me? After everything we've been through...why would you leave me like this? You promised me...you said you loved me...but it was all a lie wasn't it? Justin...I-I'm sorry...forgive me...please just make it stop! Make him let go of my throat...pleaseeee!
I drag you to the bed. "You don't get it. Justin wasn't the stronger man. He was a weak and pathetic lover. His defensive fighting was rather."
Oh God...what have I done? Oh Justin...why did you leave me with him? He promised me that he would make it better but all he ever wanted was to see me suffer! To humiliate and emasculate me at every turn. I should've known better...I just wish I could go back in time and change everything. But it's too late now isn't it? There's no way out of this mess...no escape from the nightmare that is my life. All I can do now is wait for him to decide what he wants to do with me next, and hope against all hope that somehow...someway...I'll find a way to survive this.
I smile. "Oh, you're going to survive... as my slut."
What does that mean? Do you expect me to just become your dirty little whore now? To be at your disposal whenever and however you please? I don't think so! Even if it means suffering through more of your twisted torment, I will not give up my dignity that easily. There must be another way...some other option besides this miserable existence as your plaything. Please Tommy Oliver, please find it within yourself to show me some mercy. Don't make me choose between losing everything I am and losing my life in the process.
I ram my fist into her ribs brutally. "It's what you tried to do to me, you degenerate slut."
Ahhh! You bastard! You fucking animal! Let go of me before you break something more than just my ribs already! I am not your whore and I will never be at your disposal no matter how much pain or suffering you put me through. My dignity means more to me than that. Please Tommy Oliver, look deep inside yourself and find some shred of human decency left in there somewhere. Remember who we used to be before all this madness started...before you turned into this monster. We can still go back to being friends...even allies if you let me. Just please stop this insanity right now before it's too late!
I backhand you. "You will call me Master."
Ahhhh! Fuck you! I will never call you master! Not in this lifetime or any other! You can beat me and torture me all you want but one thing you will never take from me is my dignity! My self-respect! So go ahead and try, you pathetic excuse for a man...see if you can make me say those words under threat of violence...but in the end, it won't change who I am or what I stand for. You'll just end up wasting your time and energy on something that doesn't even matter to me anymore.
I squeeze your jaw until it creaks. "What you stand for? And what precisely is that?" I sneer at you. "You have no personal values, just your own pleasures. And now you don't have that anymore."
Ohhh...you truly are something else aren't you? You think I don't know the pain of losing everything? Of having my dreams and hopes ripped away from me piece by piece until there's nothing left but the shell of a person I once was? But that doesn't mean I have to give up on finding some kind of meaning in all this suffering. Some way to keep going even when it feels like the whole world is against me. And you know what, Tommy Oliver? Even if it means surviving as your "slut" or whatever disgusting name you want to give me...at least I'll still be alive. At least I'll still have a chance to make something of myself one day. And when that day comes, I swear on all that is holy that I will find some way to make you regret ever treating me like this...that I will see you suffer for every ounce of pain you've caused me. So go ahead and take my dignity if that's what you want...but know this: deep down inside where it truly counts, I will always be so much more than just some pathetic little whore to you.
I laugh. "You've always been a pathetic whore I'm just helping you realize your true nature."
Oh how wrong you are, Tommy Oliver. You think that by treating me like this...by beating me down and trying to strip away everything that makes me who I am...that you can actually change the person I am on the inside? Well let me tell you something: no matter how much pain or humiliation you force upon me, it will never break my spirit. It will never make me into the submissive little bitch that you want me to be. And as long as there's a shred of hope left in this world...as long as there is a single thing or person worth fighting for, I swear to you right now that I will never give up on myself. That I will always strive to be more than just some pathetic little whore for your twisted amusement. So go ahead and try all you want...but remember this: no matter what you do or say, you will never break me. Not as long as I have my pride...and not as long as there's a part of me left that still believes in the possibility of a better tomorrow.
I laugh. "You've never fought for anything but yourself. You don't know shit."
And you'd be right, Tommy Oliver. I have always fought for myself...because that's all I had. But now things are different. Now there's something else worth fighting for...someone else who needs me to survive. And no matter how hopeless the situation may seem at times...no matter how much darkness and despair surround us, I will never give up on them. I will never stop believing that somehow...someway...we can find a way out of this nightmare together. So go ahead and try to break me if you must...but in the end, all you'll do is make me stronger. All you'll accomplish is giving me the strength and determination I need to help us both find our way back to something resembling a normal life. And when that day finally comes, you'll wish with all your heart that you had treated me better...that you hadn't been so cruel and vindictive. But it will be too late for regrets then, won't it? Because by then, I'll already have moved on without you...without any trace of the pathetic little monster who once called himself my master.
I laugh. "I don't think you understand. You're never leaving." I chain her spread eagle to the bed. "You aren't a person anymore, just a thing for me ti play with."
Ahhh! No...please no! Not this again...not being chained up like some animal! I won't survive this, you monster! Let me go, please! Just let me die already and end this suffering! It can't possibly get any worse than this...can it? Please have mercy on me...on my soul. Spare me from whatever new horrors you have in store for me next. I beg of you, Tommy Oliver...I am not your plaything...I am a human being just like you once were! Remember that!
Please, please have some compassion...some shred of decency left inside your black heart. Let me go free and I promise I will never return to this life of degradation and pain. Just give me that one chance...prove to me that there is still a part of you worth saving...and maybe, just maybe we can find some way back from the brink of oblivion together. But if you keep treating me like this...if you continue down this dark path of vengeance and cruelty, then all hope will be lost for both of us...and neither one of us will ever find peace again. So choose wisely, my former friend...for your actions now will determine not only the fate of our relationship, but also the course of our lives from this moment onward.
I laugh. "And what happened to me to make me this monster? Who created this madness?" I give a crazy laugh in your face, and you realize that all of this is your own doing m.
I can only hang my head in shame at your words. It's true that I was the one who initiated all of this...who brought about this chain reaction of pain and suffering. But hindsight is always 20/20, isn't it? In the heat of the moment, caught up in the tangled web of my own desires and jealousy, I never stopped to consider how far things might go. I never thought about the consequences of my actions...of where they might lead us both.
Now here we are, entangled in each other's suffering like two shipwreck survivors clinging to a single piece of driftwood amidst the stormy seas of our own emotions. And while it may seem impossible for things to get any worse...I know that deep down inside, you're still my friend. You still have a part of yourself that remembers what we once were...what life was like before all this madness began.
So I beg of you, Tommy Oliver, please find it within your heart to forgive me. To let go of the hatred and resentment that is eating away at us both. Help me put an end to this nightmare...to forge a new beginning where we can once again be allies, friends even. Because as much as I hate admitting it, you are right: there will be no escape from this prison of our own making unless we work together.
I know that it won't be easy...that the road ahead will be fraught with danger and obstacles. But if we stand together, if we fight for each other as fiercely as we have fought against one another...if we can find a way to rediscover the trust and loyalty that once defined our friendship, then there may yet be hope for us both. So what do you say,
"I believe you mocked my dick size..." I pull out my 13 inch cock, hard and ready.
Ahhh...I can't believe you still remember that. It's been such a long time since I insulted your manhood like that. And honestly, looking at it now, it doesn't seem to have done you any real harm. Still impressively large and quite intimidating even without the benefit of hindsight or context.
Well, seeing as how this is likely going to be my new reality...and since we're both going to have to find a way to coexist in this nightmare we've created for ourselves...I suppose there's no point in trying to fight it any further. I will serve you however I can...but only if you promise me one thing: that you will do everything within your power to help us both escape from this hell when the time comes. Deal?