I want someone to tickle my worst spot with so much precision and cruelty that I'm literally begging, screaming, sobbing, thrashing with whatever range of motion I have, completely desperate for it to please please just end, so they lean down and say "who's in charge? who's in charge?". I struggle to answer but through laughs and sobs I finally wail that they're in charge, they're in charge. "Hm? I asked, who's in charge?" and I promise you are, you are, oh god please just make it stop, yes, you're in charge. They make me say it over and over until my voice is hoarse with the screaming. Then they sneer down at me with a raised brow and say "what the fuck do I care?" and continue the relentless assault as I'm hit with a new wave of agony and terror.












