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"Why do you want to hurt me?" The words burst from the throat of some wounded animal before she could bite them back: Stupid, stupid bitch. Whining and crying and groveling just the way he likes it. You know why he does it. Your whole life you've known people like this existed. But of course the animal hadn't been asking why at all. The animal wouldn't have even understood the answer. The animal only wanted him to stop. His hand ran lightly over her ass. "You know why." She thrashed her head from side to side in frantic, violent denial. "There are other ways, easier ways! Without the risk, without anyone trying to stop you—" "Nobody's trying to stop me now," Achilles pointed out. "But you must know, with a good set of phones and a feedback skin you could do things that wouldn't even be physically possible in the real world, with more women than you could ever dream of having in—" "Tried it." Footsteps, returning. "Jerking off in a hallucination." "But they look and feel and even smell so real you'd never know—" Suddenly his hand was knotted tightly in her hair, twisting her head around, putting her face a few scant centimeters from his. He was not smiling now, and when he spoke again, his voice had lost all pretense of civility. "It's not about the sights or the smells, okay? You can't hurt a hallucination. It's play-acting. What's the point of torturing something that can't even suffer?"

C’mon, sweetheart, you know you can’t live without me. You’re just a dumb little toy who can’t think for herself. You really think anyone else will really accept and love you the way I do? Memorize every little sound, every tell, every habit of yours? They won’t. You’re fucking mine.

This show can't be real bro

i love this toxic bitch

"divorced the wife today. Probably wont get the kids. Drank beer that was 300 caIs. Gonna go yell at minorities on facebook."