There is so much pleasure in pain. The intense sensation of feeling your imminent demise. Gasping for air that isn’t coming. Falling into darkness, only to return to the light. The feeling of the end coming makes my pussy drip. I don’t want to be loved. I don’t want joy. I only want the pain. It doesn’t matter if it’s mental or physical. Let it be both.
Don’t bring me flowers and candy. Bring me rope and duct tape. Hurt me. Use me. Make me do things I would never consider doing. Show me the darkness that exists in you. I’m not worthy to be in your world. I’m a piece trash on the bottom of your shoe. I have a place in this world. It’s your duty to put me in it. You are superior. Prove it.