Rapist Bf Mocking You For Continually Letting Him Do This To You And Not Dumping Him Because Your Stupid

Got left alone and am immediately like....I wanna watch a Scary Bad film and masturbate to it while bleeding

"Please Miss?" I was breathing a bit too rapidly, simply unable to blink. I couldn't stop looking into those big hopeful eyes as she kneeled on the floor. Her face was starting to twist in worry.

I would probably be shaking, but she was griping my wrist and the end of the gun, pressing it against her forehead. I had to pull away, get my footing. She didn't try to stop me, but I could already see tears spilling down her face. "Hey, hey, shhhh its okay I just need a minute, okay? This is... big for me," I wasn't sure I was ready to let her go. But I wanted it, I wanted it so bad. To paint the walls with her brain. To see body flop dead and lifeless. To... ,hells, so much. "But you promised-," I slapped her hard. She was stunned silent. The tears dried up as her brain tried catch up. I was not going to have back talk at this moment. "Do not presume to tell me my own fucking words. I know what I said, I - You've earned your pullies. I just- just," Fuck, now I was breaking character. I hugged her tightly, squeezed the air out of her lung. The cold metal of the gun digging into her back. I need her. "I just.. can't let you die that quickly, okay? Can I just- let me do it slower, the way I want?" She nodded and tried her best to return my crushing hug before I finally let go. I roughly pressed the muzzle into her stomach before dragging it down to her thigh. Rubbing it in a bit before asking, "Here? Is here good, my little snuffable?" There was a brief pause and shiver from her. Before she was ready for it to be over in an instant. Now she was going to have to endure however long I was going to toy with her. She already knew how long that could be. "Yes, Miss. Please, my pullies..." I grabbed her collar and pulled her close for a kiss before lifting the gun and firing. We both jolted from the blast. I couldn't hear anything and she probably couldn't either. The ear damage hurt, but it made the whole scene almost serene. Red was bubbling out of her thigh and I almost couldn't look away. Thank whatever goddess gave me the power to look back to up to face. The stark shock and need. The pain probably not fully reaching her brain yet, but the fear dawning as she saw my glee. Shaky, jitters more then panic, I shoved the barrel of the gun into her mouth. Forcing her to suck on the still warm barrel as she bled all over the basement floor. The weapon buzzed with either her screams or moans. It didn't matter which to me. This is what I needed. I finally pulled the gun from her mouth and put it back up against her forehead. She gave me the most pathetic look I had ever seen. Slowly I tugged on the trigger, it felt like hours in barely a second. Then. *Click* There was confusion on her face. She had seen me pull the trigger, but she was still here. I only grinned wider. Realization hit her like a truck. She start to babble something I couldn't hear. Shoving her finger in with mine and pulling that trigger again and again and again. Click. Click. Click. Finally I had my fill of the fun, punched her hard in the gut, and left her to squirm on the floor as I retrieved the medical kit. It took her 5 years to earn that bullet and she had let me put it in her thigh. It would be hell getting her out of the basement and to the hospital, but it was worth it for all this.

does the audience wish to hear about how much i miss mutual corruption. how much i miss slowly gathering the courage to be more open about the sort of disgusting shit that turns both of us on. realizing that we're more alike than we thought we were. joking messages turning into full-fledged fantasies that leave you lightheaded with want and grinding against your bed, thinking about them doing things to you that'd prooooobably warrant an arrest.

Wanna get fucked by a cis guy who thinks my transness is dumb but will only fuck my ass so he can tell me how if I wanna be a boy so bad I can get fucked like a faggot

there’s nothing wrong with me plus i don’t have any wants or needs plus i don’t feel or think at all

I wanna sit on your dick while you insult me so you can feel which one turns me on the most

♥️touch me gently♥️

is this a safe space. can i admit that it works on me when people older than me tell me i’m “so mature for my age.” it will make me all blushy and render me susceptible to coercive sexual advances

Sending you extra love today ❤️❤️❤️

oh that's really sweet im okay thank u some people looked after me a lil

It's not enough to age regress I need to physically be four