Drenched with cravings and my moods, hormonally exploded for the desire to be dominated as your object. Despised, used, abused in every possible form.

Because I deserve it, because I want it, because I want to walk badly coming out of your house and full of marks and bruises, smelling of your sperm on you, so that those who cross me know or suspect how much you have made me the bitch I am.

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