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“Are you sure you want this?”
“Positive.”
X was sprawled out across the floor, disheveled with shoulders curling in on themselves. They were bare all aside for undergarments, placing the sickly green bruises peppered across their legs and torso on full display.
They always found it endearing how he asked for confirmation, even if it was in regards to beating the living daylights out of them.
He’d always liked the sick ones, the fragile, the ones who’d let him abuse their fragile bones for a moment of relief from the torment in their heads. But X could tell that it troubled him, his desires to punch and beat and spit. Maybe that one question was what relieved the lingering self disgust at his own animalistic urges.
None of it mattered now as his fist connected with their cheekbone, a devastating snapping sound as flesh met flesh echoing in the barren room. X was thrown back with the force and felt their head hit the hard, concrete floor, their skull rattling in their head as their vision twinkled with pain and delight.
Their inner stargazing ceased as he grabbed them by the hair, pulling them to their feet roughly as X yelped, their scalp erupting in what felt like flames. They stumbled, arms flying wildly as they struggled to regain their balance.
“Having fun?” he muttered as he pulled X’s face to meet his, eyes dark and filled with something unreadable. The void in his pupils held a wealth of aggression from so many years of anger and euphoria from its release.
“Mhm,” X croaked out, pain from where their hair remained held tight making it difficult to get the words off their tongue.
“Hm. Crazy little bitch,” he remarked as his fist met their stomach. They recoiled, wretching, arms flying to cover the soft skin that held their organs, all of which were screaming at them to get away. They smiled. They loved the feeling of fighting their body, resisting their most primal instincts and urges for self preservation and running to pain without hesitation. It made them feel powerful, unlimited by the confines of the human body.
He kicked them again, sending them back to the ground.
“So sick in the head, aren’t you?” he mocked, and it made X keen. Being sick was all they had ever wanted to be. “So insane, but so lovely. So lovely how you let me hurt you.”
And so it continued, the kicks and stomps and blows, all while x pleaded for more, smiling through the blood staining their teeth.
Their body was a canvas, worthless without the paint of bruises and blood. And now, they were a masterpiece, skin adorned black and blue in a disgusting, delightful way.
However, this artwork was beginning to darken as X’s vision began to prickle with black at the edges. They knew they couldn’t last much longer, so with the last ounce of energy they had left in their rattled bones, they reached out their hand and tapped on the concrete one, two, three times.
Everything stopped. With the fleeting bit of consciousness that remained in their mind, they felt to a big hand grab them gently under each arm, and the ground left them as they were lifted and cuddled close to a soft chest.
They heard a door open and felt themselves ascend as they retreated from the basement. Some time later, could be seconds, could be days, they felt the smooth surface of silk sheets and a warm body slid next to them, wrapping an arm around their waist.
“I’m sorry, darling. I love you.”