you are nothing more than a walking bag of pure blood. your face, your personality, your morals and beliefs mean nothing to him. as long as you run when he whistles, will he pay you any attention.
you are only food for the dog
yet you still wish he would love you all the same. your doe eyes peeking glances at the red flames in his skull lit a match in your naive heart. just being needed like this is ok you think. being his source of life is enough for me you tell yourself.
im not bothered by this at all
im fine
i can keep going
as long as he needs me to eat
i can keep going
And again he relishes in the looping hole of your self denial.
YOU ARE READING
𝙂𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨》 Angst One-shots
FanfictionWe should have known it would end this way
