You’ve kept me alive long enough to become one of your favorite girls. It is our anniversary – one year since you stole me that night in the parking lot outside of the shitty bar I danced at. I remember being so scared and how you made me believe you were going to snuff me that very night. You cut me and whipped me and made me submit to darkness I never knew existed. Then my orgasms started coming one after another and in a moment of weakness you told me I was special.
You’ve never said it again, and you know I need to hear it. I have become a teacher to all your new pretty little fuckdolls. Teaching them to take the pain and teaching them how to put on shows for you. You dress me in the finest leather, but still treat me like the worthless pathetic whore I was born as. But tonight I caught you staring. Tonight when your newest bimbo fuck doll was learning to lick my cunt with her soft tongue. But you weren’t staring at her – you were staring at me.
I felt your black eyes taking in my scarred body, and I got chills thinking about all the times you had cut me over the past year. The scars are all I have and I touch them at night when no one is watching as I cum all over my sheets. I don’t dare look up into your eyes. That would be the end of me. I have no right to think I deserve anything. But I still feel you staring. I see you reach for the small sharp blade you keep in the drawer. You walk towards her and I, and my stomach flutters as you slice her neck and she bleeds out as her head thumps down against my pussy. I cum all over her dead face, and I know that you see something in me. Something dark that you have grown and appreciate. Even if you never say it again.
Stephanie
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