Why Can't I Hate You? (Kingburr)

Burr's point of view

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I don't want to sing for him, I don't want to look at him I don't like it when he holds me I don't like it when he stares at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I hate it- I hate it I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him so so so so so so so so so  so so so fucking much I--
George finally pulls me out of the bathtub, wrapping a pink towel out and around me which was - quite fuzzy and soft. Comfy. He began to dry me up, I hissed at him and took the towel from him - narrowing my eyes at him.
"I am not a child, I am fully capable of drying myself, shoo." he glares at me, yanking the towel back and beginning to rub it on my sides along with the rest of my body before going for the puff of hair I have a top of my head. I'm surprised he didn't even say anything, when he was done - he turned me around and bent me over. I didn't know what to expect as I began to kick at him and curse at him silently beneath my breath. He tells me to calm down, that it's just part of being his pet, his slave-. He began to puno a finger in and out of me, adding another one and making a scissoring motion to help stretch me out. I hate this- it hurts so bad, it's not even my fucking va-
"Ow"! I let out a soft whimper, of course he would. Of course he would put a butt-plug up my fucking ass. It's not even that big but it hurts like a motherfucker and I'm not used to this. No sir, not at all. He just lets out a soft giggle at my pain, he probably loves making me suffer on purpose- that's his job right? To make Aaron Burr suffer for trying to kill himself.
He presses a soft kiss at my thigh, sliding a pair of panties on me- hate to admit it but I actually like it. It's soft and it's a light mint colour, it's cotton too-the best. He then pulls a pair of shorts on me- he makes sure to pull my binder on as well. At least he thought about me for a moment, what I want. He basically dresses me up, it's all pastel and colourful and I don't even know when he got these clothes for me. Probably when I was asleep- I'm a heavy sleeper. When he's done, he rubs my back and began to pamper me up with perfumes and lotions and even fucking baby powder.

Baby powder. Baby powder? Baby powder.

When he's done with all of it- I'm so happy, I'm relieved and then he says

             "Let's go out tonight".

       This could be my way out.