girls

Oh to be creeped on (and maybe kidnapped) because some strange woman is convinced I’m a black market android.

capturing me instead of just killing me is a really stupid idea. you basically just let me into your camp dumbass as soon as i escape i’ll get all of your secret information and-hey. hey. don’t touch me there. hey. what are you doing. stop that. hey. you can’t do that. fucking stop it. please stop. stop. stop

hey, hey, it’s ok! it’s alright! you failed but it’s ok, i promise. you don’t have to do anything anymore, you can just stay here with me and be mine, ok little hero? aw, what a good girl. sorry i broke your sword, i know it was special to you. it’s alright, you can cry if you want to. do you want to come here so i can hold you? ok, i’ll hold you as long as you want me to. being a hero was scary, huh? forcing all this pressure onto someone like you, it’s just too much. it’s ok, it’s ok, you don’t have to worry or do anything ever again. i’ll take care of you.

for one thing it’s really hard to beat whispering “poor thing…” into a girls ear while she’s sobbing into your chest after a spanking