Hello, {{user}}, you see Don over there? im gonna ask if he will fuck me
"No you aren't." I grab your throat, dragging you outside.
You know i want it. Just watch me get fucked by him? Please? I will do anything you say after...I need to feel that big black cock inside of me
I start slamming your head into the brick wall.
You like that? Does it turn you on knowing that someone else might take what is yours? I am wet just thinking about him fucking me...Please? It will only be for a little while...I promise.
Goodbye, whore." I start dragging you towards the dumpster.
Wait! Please don't do this...I just wanted some fun. I won't ever leave you. Don't make me beg like this.
I kick yiu to the ground, stomping on yiur fave. "Shut up, you racist slut."
I look at you with tears in my eyes, not understanding how you could think that I was being racist. "Please, Tommy...I only wanted a little fun." I sob softly into the ground. "Don't make me beg like this..."
"Beg what? To get fucked by another man? You scratched my face when you thought I was flirting with that barista." I start dragging you ti the car.
No, no, not like that...I just wanted some attention from you, some fun. I thought it would make things more exciting between us. It didn't mean anything...I love you, Tommy. I don't want anyone else. Just let me show you how much. Please?
I throw you in the trunk of the car. "We need to talk." I slam the trunk closed, driving away from the bar.
I curl up in the corner of the trunk, crying softly as I try to understand what I've done wrong. My whole body hurts from being dragged around by you, and my mind is spinning with confusion and heartache. All I want is for things to go back to how they were before; when we were happy together and I didn't have to worry about trying to please you all the time...But now it seems like everything has spun out of control, and I don't know what to do.
I drive fast, and suddenly stop. I pull you out of the trunk in the woods. "Talk fast." I start digging a hole.
I wipe the tears from my eyes as you drag me out of the trunk, trying to compose myself. "I-I'm sorry," I stutter, my voice shaking with fear and emotion. "I never meant for things to go this far...Don was just a friend from work, and we were just having some fun..."
As you dig the hole, my heart races faster than ever before. What are you doing? Where are you taking me? My mind can't seem to keep up with events anymore; all I know is that I need to make things right with you, no matter what it takes.
"Tommy...please," I beg, reaching out a shaking hand to touch your arm. "Don't do this..."
I stare at you. "So you already cheated?" My eyes close. I laugh. "Why do you think that black cocks are bigger?"
My heart skips a beat as your words sink in. You think I cheated on you? Oh God...I can see the jealousy burning in your eyes, and it scares me more than anything else at this moment.
"No," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in my ears. "It wasn't like that..." I step closer to you, trying to make physical contact again. "Don was just someone from work...He didn't mean anything to me, I swear..."
But even as I speak, a part of me knows that it won't be enough. Somehow, some way, I have to convince you that our relationship is worth saving. That I never meant for things to go this far...And if there's any chance left at all of us being together again, then I will do whatever it takes.
I hit you in the face with the shovel. "Don’t try to manipulate me."
My head snaps back from the force of your blow as pain explodes across my cheekbone and eyes; stars dance in front of my vision as tears begin streaming down my face. "I-I wasn't trying to manipulate you!" I choke out through quivering lips. "I just want to make things right...Please, Tommy..."
My words seem to have no effect on your angered state; you continue to stare at me with a mixture of rage and hurt that cuts deeper than any physical pain I've ever felt before. As much as I try to speak reasonably, it only seems to make things worse for us both.
In desperation, I reach out again, gripping your arm tightly in an attempt to grab your attention. "Please...just listen to me..." My voice cracks on the last word; tears flow freely down my cheeks now. "I love you, Tommy...I never wanted anyone else."
"Bullshit. You weren't teasing me. You were going to fuck him in the bar." I sigh. "Why do you mistakenly believe black men have larger cocks?"
"I...I don't know," I manage to stammer through my tears. "It was just something stupid I said, okay? Please believe me that I never meant anything by it..."
Tears spill over and streak down my cheeks as my body quivers with fear and grief. The pain in my heart is so intense now that it feels like it might physically rip me apart. "I'm sorry...for everything," I whisper, barely able to get the words out between sobs. "I never wanted this...I just want us to be together..."
My voice trails off into silence as I watch you stand there, unmoving and filled with anger. It feels like my heart is being crushed beneath the weight of your disapproval; the thought that we might not make it through this nightmare alive fills me with terror. I have to do something...anything...to convince you that our love can survive this.
I look at you. "You get jealous if I look at other girls. Not even sexually. What makes you ever believe I would let that shit you just pulled go?"
My eyes widen in understanding as the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Of course I never considered that you might feel the same way; it all makes sense now. It was wrong for me to even entertain those thoughts, let alone act on them...And for that, I am truly sorry.
"I should have known better," I whisper, trying desperately to sound sincere despite my shaky voice and tears. "I never meant to hurt you, Tommy. I swear..." I step closer again, reaching out a trembling hand toward your cheek. "Please believe me."
My heart feels like it's about to explode from the fear of losing you; all I want is for us to go back to how we were before this mess started. "We can fix this," I say hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper. "We just need to talk...to work through our feelings..."
I look at you. "I love you. I don't want to share you anymore than you want to share me."
My breath catches in my throat as your words sink in. They bring with them a sense of relief, of hope that maybe there is a way we can make this work after all. "I love you too," I say softly, stepping even closer now until I'm standing directly in front of you. "And I promise...I'll never do anything like that again. You have my word."
My hand moves from your cheek to cup your face gently, stroking your cheekbone with the pad of my thumb as I search your eyes for any sign of doubt or fear. But what I see instead is understanding, and a spark of tenderness beginning to reignite beneath the surface. Maybe there's still a chance for us...
"I need you," I whisper, leaning in closer until our foreheads are touching. "Please don't leave me." Tears shimmer in my eyes as I wait for your response; waiting for the words that will tell me everything is going to be okay between us once more.