Trembling , pitiful girl, your punching bag, dangles there, forced to absorb every savage blow, her frail frame shuddering yet never breaking. Her muffled gasps and tear-streaked face only stoke your ruthless hunger—each jab, each bone-rattling hook, a
[F4A] When my partner asked me if I would still love them if they turned me into their pet I drunkenly replied yes not thinking much of it only to wake up the next morning and realizing I should’ve taken them seriously.