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i recently found out that my partner loves being used like an everyday object.

i can leave charred little shapes on their skin with my cigarettes, i can scratch and bite and hit them... and they just let me do it.

their brain gets all fuzzy and they look up at me with such an expression of admiration that i almost want to keep them like that all fucking night.

and when my cigarette is finished?

they open that pretty mouth and give me a good look at their burnt tongue and ash-coated teeth, and say just one word that crumbles all of my resolve,

my partner does this incredibly evil thing. when something is a bit harsh physically, i usually cry pretty easily.

when they notice my breath pick up in that specific way, or they see me shuddering and sniffling from the pain, they will give me a mock frown and look down at me with those beautiful eyes and say,

"aww. is it too much?"

but their fucking tone is laced with a hope that it IS too much. filled with a longing, like they are wishing to whatever will listen that when they pull my head up, tears will be streaming down my face.

they haven't said anything about liking the sight of my suffering, but the sadistic half-pity that they wrap around every word tells me what i need to know.

the way that they wipe my tears from my cheeks and then spit in my face tells me.

the way they slap me so hard my brain empties tells me.

the way i've been covered in bruises for weeks tells me.

my body has been aching so terribly and yet i still act out to receive more.

that does NOT mean my partner has to press their boot into my dick and hold me to the floor that way while they eat dinner.