"You're looking a little fat, honey."
I'm worthless. I've failed again.
"No dinner for you tonight."
The pain never ends. Each day... worthless.
"I wrote a new script, babydoll. Won't you read it to me?"
How did I end up as this person? How am I still here?
"Go out and buy more takeout. The usual order."
I am not worthy of salvation.
"Feed me up till I'm huge, baby! Then we'll see who's best!"
I don't want to go on.
"You can't go out until I can count every rib. Useless fat failure, you."
...is this hell?
My name is Vincent Cyr. And this is my life.
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Escape (Dark Ocyrion)
Фанфик"You're looking a little fat, honey." Every day it's like this. He tries making me into the perfect boyfriend, the best looking, most well behaved lover possible. But I can't do it. I'm a human being. Every day I feel his desire turning darker. Ever...
