Love The Way You Lie

Whimper

High off of love
Drunk from her hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it 

~.~

Erik is 100% aware that he is mentally unstable.

I mean, that's the only explanation for his actions towards you.

There is something deeply wrong with him, and he doesn't even care.

He loves to hurt; others, that is. Specifically, you.

He doesn't know why, but every slap, every scream, every protest...

Every plead for your life...

Makes him go insane. He adores hearing you whimper. It's what keeps him from completely breaking down. The first time you whimpered, you were giving your virginity to him, and when he penetrated you, you made that sound...

"Ahh...mm..Erik..."

It triggered him.

The whimper taunted him, it ruined his sleep at night and he couldn't function without hearing your sweet, sweet voice. He needed more of it, he craved it or he would go ballistic.

So when you said you didn't support his life  long dream of becoming King of Wakanda, he snapped.

You were walking out the door, he knew you weren't going to come back, he had to do something  to make you stay. So he grabbed you by the hair and yanked you back inside the house. He didn't mean for it to go this far, he was going to let you walk out and never bother you again.

BUT THAT DAMN WHIMPER.

When he yanked your hair, you made that little sound again, "Ahh!", But this time, it was louder and more passionate. This is it, that is what he had wanted all along. That sound with that same level of emotion and volume.

He realized, that instead of fucking you senseless to get that sound, he could just beat you senseless.

A horrible analysis, but an effective one none the less.

Your special sound is what kept him from going over the edge every day. At first it was a whimper. Then a yelp. Then a screech. Then it became a scream until it morphed into a full blown cry for help, for someone to save you from this hell. And the entire time, he would stand there looking down at you, smirking at his masterpiece.

"Keep calling, baby. No one is coming."

You tell him everyday how much you despise him. You hate his fucking guts. "Fuck you!"  You would say. "Why can't you just fuck off? I hate you! I don't want this anymore!"

It was always easy to put you back in your place.

~.~