I like injuries on victims that prevent them from running or fighting back. Like dislocating their kneecaps, making cuts under their feet, shoulder dislocation, cutting the Achilles tendons.
I like when a victim is scared into compliance. Sure, they could in theory continue to try to get away or be defiant, but I’ve already caused them grave injury, they are easy to catch - and how much worse could I get if they don’t give in?
I like them trapped in bed, the bed I gave to them. I’d like it dawning to them that I could take that comfort away too, if I wanted to.
“You should be grateful I incapacitated you. If I hadn’t I would’ve had to hurt you way worse for trying to run. You should be happy I care about you enough to make sure I prepare so I don’t have to end up hurting you in a way that is actually bad.”
I’d force them to strip naked for me now to afraid to even call me names for it. It would feel blissful to see that pliant nature finally becoming touchable to me.
My hands would gently start stroking over their skin, I’d caress them. Their legs, thighs. Stomach.
I’d explore their body. Hand moving over all the yet unhurt and exposed flesh.
There’d be faint disgust in their eyes, but the fear would be so deafening loud - it would just be a glimmer.
“Your body is so pretty. And it’s all for me. So much unblemished skin.”
My fingers would gently trace their collarbone just to wander up their neck next.
“You should apologise for forcing me to cut your achilles. I had to hurt your beautiful body to protect you from your own idiocy.”
My hand would wrap around their throat, gently at first.
“I think you like it when I hurt you. I think you love making me angry. Why else would a person behave so consistently idiotic as you do?“
The silent panic, their head shaking.
„No…. I don’t like this. Don’t. I just didn’t answer because - „
A sharp slap to their face, the tears forming like precious little pearls in their eyes. Interrupted midst word.
„Im not sure I believe you. I had not originally intended to harm you. But you’re really pushing me to it..“
I take a hold of their face and lean over them, my eyes grazing their lips.
„… Then you should apologise to me when I tell you to. You don’t need to think for yourself at this point, I told you. Just do as your told.“
Then finally they’d croak out an apology in a small miserable voice.
Id pet their head like they’re a dumb dog that finally did something right.
„I’ll be back in a few hours. With food. What was that dish you like so much? I’ll bring it.“
Then I’d leave and close the door shut behind me, it wasn’t locked. But last time I had been waiting right behind it, waiting for them to trip up.
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