master kat and Bryant

please stop hurting me please

When he got back, she stood in the middle of the room, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. He grabbed her aggressively, his grip like iron. "Stop hurting me," she cried out, her voice breaking with desperation. "Please, stop." For a moment, her words seemed to penetrate his anger. He let go of her, stepping back, his expression a mix of confusion and something almost like regret. She stood there, tears streaming down her face, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was filled with a tense silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between the man he was and the man he wanted to be. Yet, despite the brief moment of reprieve, the pain and fear still lingered within her, a constant reminder of the torment she had endured.

She smiled at him, a gentle and tentative gesture that seemed to bridge the chasm between them. Slowly, she reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she touched his face softly. Her fingers traced the contours of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble. His eyes closed for a moment, as if savoring the unexpected tenderness. The warmth of her touch seemed to melt some of the hardness in his expression, and for a brief moment, the tension in the room eased. She could sense the vulnerability beneath his tough exterior, a glimpse of the man he could be if only he allowed himself to change. Her touch was a silent plea for peace, a hope that perhaps this fragile connection could lead to something better, something that didn't involve pain and fear.