I'm horny, that's about it.

Lazily running my blade along your body just to try and get some excitement out of it. Half paying attention as little red droplets of the blood pool around the shallow marks. The metallic scent catches my attention as I press the blood covered blade to your lips so you can lick it clean before I continue my way down your body. It's like doodling but you won't forget who marked you up after I'm done.

Sometimes it's just easier to put my fingers in her mouth and slap her face around than to actually talk about my day. She's so cute when she dropped all over my hand, good puppy.

I want to hear you cry out and scream again the paper thin walls hoping someone walking past will hear you. I want to sit and watch while you rub and scream and kick at anything you possibly can just out of reach from your abuser. Chained up and helpless in front of the man who made you his property. A helpless little doll that's used as a cum dump every single night without fail. That little bit of hope in you still beating as it slowly fades away from your memory with every passing night. This is your life now. This will always be what's left for you. So long as you're useful, you're property.