[M4f] Trauma dolls and broken sluts

I know you’re out there pretending. Smiling at work, saying “I’m fine” to your friends, maybe even curled up next to some clueless boyfriend who thinks he’s dating a normal girl. But we both know the truth, don’t we, pig?

Holding that mask in place is fucking exhausting. Every day you’re suffocating behind it, lungs burning, cunt throbbing, just praying for someone cruel enough to rip it off and show the world what you really are: a leaky, brain-broken set of holes that gets sopping wet the second it’s reminded it has no rights.

You can fight it all you want. I know you keep telling yourself this is the last time, and I know you really do mean it. But the second you relapse, it feels like coming home, doesn’t it? That sweet, sick rush when you’re on your knees again, drooling, apologizing for existing, begging to be hurt worse than last time.

Tell me, do you have panic attacks that leave you a crumpled, quivering mess? Do you cry easily when a man raises his voice, then secretly rub your sloppy cunt about it later? Do you let people walk all over you because saying “no” feels impossible?

Good. That’s exactly what I want to exploit.

I want to crawl inside that fried little mess of a brain and dig. I want every trigger, every secret you’re terrified to admit, every thought that would make your therapist cry. I want to find the exact words that make you fold instantly, the ones that turn you into a blubbering, self-lubricating rape-toy who can’t stop humping the air while she sobs “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just garbage.”

You’re not a person. You’re a relapse waiting to happen. A pair of udders and three warm holes that exist to be used, abused and degraded. And the best part is you’ll thank me for it. You’ll crawl back no matter how bad I wreck you, because nothing feels as good as being put back in your fucking place.

Extra points if you’re in a relationship or otherwise shouldn’t even be here. I’m not looking to roleplay as fictional characters or a fictional scenario. I’m looking for an honest, genuine discussion.

Show me how low you can go. I promise I can make you so much worse than you ever managed on your own. And please, put some effort into introducing yourself.

Come out, come out, wherever you are, piggy. Daddy’s waiting to ruin you all over again