Don't deserve to be loved, only abused

You’re just the bones I break. The one whose body I test the limits of. You’re just my project.

We spent a week together. It was a hookup that was to go on multiple nights. We started on a Saturday and went till Sunday. Saturday night I spent time playing with her decorating her body as I saw fit. I kept her up. Sunday rolled around we spent some time outside I let her drive while I got some shut eye. Sunday was the same as Saturday but I intensified my hits made it hurt more. The next day we both went to college I got free before her. I went over to her place and slept.

Once she was home I made her some strong coffee it was just a load of coffee mixed with sugar in hot water and I encouraged her to drink it all. Using the lil energy boost the coffee provided to keep her up and play with her there were times she would start dozing off and a punch or slap would wake her right up. This was the third night without sleep the next day it was back to school. When she came back this time she was irritated, mouthy, disoriented and hell bent on getting some sleep but I made sure that didn't happen I tied her hands behind her back and put a rope around her neck tying it to the door handle. The rope was so short she couldn't stand nor sit comfortably in this awkward half bent stress position. I kept her like that for a few hours while I got some sleep. When I was up I was back to using her but by that time she was practically falling on her face so I kept her up by making sure she kept standing to make sure she didn't sit even for a second. The next day was back to school and she came home crying. Complaining how it was all a fog and she kept dozing off in class but the teachers kept waking her up and she didn't get more than 10 mins of shut eye.

She complained of fatigue how her limbs were on fire from exhaustion and how her legs couldn't carry her and I found amusement in her pain so I tied her up in a stress position again only to sleep right in front of her this time. I didn't sleep long before I woke up to loud sobs and pleading she begged me for a chair or some relief and that cute lil face distorted in pain I only wanted more. I took my lighter lit it and started sticking it into random sensitive places like under her tit inner thighs as she jumped around trying to run. I put her in different positions that night not giving her more than 15 mins sitting breaks. Wednesday morning she was too shit and disoriented to go to school so I let her stay home. I myself was pretty tired from toying with her and needed to sleep myself so I tied her up in her closet standing neck attached to a hook to hang clothes practically suffocating her if she tried to sleep. And that day I slept till sundown when I was up she had made a mess of herself. Lost control of her bladder at some point the tears were streaming and incoherent nonsense was all she muttered I asked her if she remembered what her safeword was she repeated it to me and I knew to carry on. I took her out of the closet hosed her down and made her lick her mess clean or what was left of it. I dragged her to the kitchen and ordered her to cook for me at this point major exhaustion was setting in. Her hands were shaky she wasn't walking straight so I drowned her in praise. I told her how much of a good girl she was being of me and how proud I was for all her achievements. That got to her she steadied herself and started talking to herself and started encouraging herself. She cooked me an omelette and it was shit but I pretended to like it. I put on a movie and had her warm me while my hands were wrapped around her. Many times in the movie I got so engrossed she got to close her eyes but never more than a few mins. By the time the sun was up I was feeling tired so I dragged her back to the closet as she tried to fight, scream and beg for mercy hoping maybe something would persuade me to let her sleep and I actually considered it because staying up with her was taking a toll on me too. But I decided against it and put her in the closet again. I asked her again if she wanted to end it she shook her head in defiance and stepped in.

And off to bed I went when I woke up there was a mess again and the sobbing I hosed her down again made her lick it clean this time the mess was fresh no more than an hour old. After that she said her safe word to slow down so I allowed her to sleep for 6 hours before waking her up with my lighter to carry on with our plan. With lil energy in her I used her holes teasing her playing with her lil funny button bringing her close to edges but never letting her go over and once I had given her enough hope of some relief I stopped abruptly and tied her to the door handle once again and the sobbing started before I was even in bed. The 6 hours was not enough to offset the fatigue and her limbs and joints were back on fire. And I fell asleep to the music of her sobs.

I woke up to her perched in a position to offer some support to her legs this was Friday night her last night if she could make it. No mess this time much to my disappointment I asked again if she wanted to continue she nodded yes and said one word "Bathroom" and that sent all kinds of evil ideas in my head I untied her and dragged her to her study table bent her over and I started ramming into her shitter as I squeezed her sides and as I expected she ended up pissing herself. She sobbed in humiliation and I rejoiced as she gave me a tongue bath to clean up her mess. After hosing her down I made myself some food I ate at the table as she kneeled beside me, every now and then tossing a piece for her to catch or fetch. Once I was done I had her lie down as I dripped hot wax on her and she somehow managed to fall asleep even then but a kick woke her right back up. We played fetch with her hairbrush for a bit before I finally undid her restraints to let her sleep.