You are who I tell you to be. How you dress, how you look, the expressions on your face. Everything crafted to perfection. You will be happy this way, my living doll. You will take anything I give you. You won't be able to separate my thoughts from your own.
You can't run. I will find you anywhere you go. And you're trapped in a prison of your own mind. Those marks I left on you will never fade. We'll be degenerates forever.
forcing a victim to say thank you after each and every smack to their jaw, teaching them that this is loving compared to what you could really do. cooing at them sweet words of encouragement for taking it so well and sealing the deal with a kiss and a “i love you dear”
faux sympathy makes me absolutely feral. like yes comfort me while doing awful nasty things to me. “poor baby” “sh… just a bit more” “atta girl” “it’ll be over soon”