#transabuser

they’re no good for you. come on, you know i’m the only one for you. i’m the only one who can give you the raw, violent and possessive love that you crave. you know you want me, not them.

i shouldn’t have to work. i should be getting paid to jerk off to vile shit instead

I crave to be someone’s light in a dark, gruelling time. The look of adoration they serve to me on a silver platter, the devotion they assign just to me alone. The trust that I could use to mold them into a perfect pet.

I think about making someone cry often. making someone dependent on me to the point that I can do anything I want to them & they’re too stuck on me to leave. I wanna hurt someone and hear them cry. I’d apologise an hour later but only after I make them feel guilty for me hurting them, I want them to believe that they’re the reason I treat them like this and if they do better I’d be nicer, but I wont. I’d apologise and then break them down again, it’ll a continuous cycle of them getting a high from me being nice for once, then them sobbing at my feet to talk to them again, or to stop hurting them, or to stop touching them that way.

i love my puppy. he is such a sweet little thing. . . so innocent and trusting, willing to devote himself so fully to me ♡

bending a desperate system mutt to my will . breaking down every one of its alters . ruining the poor thing piece by piece and acting confused when it wants freedom . you were so desperate for this . you wanted this . you wanted love . im giving it to you . why cant you just be grateful . txt