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how did this become this way
hands behind my back
face down i lay

who is the victim in this scenario?
i was supposed to help him get better
the story is complex but it lead to this
here we were i suppose near or where he lived

trying to help me get inside his head
after years of poking and prodding from behind my profession to no avail
could he even begin to get this deep with me
hit this deep within me

he tells me he needs this to feel alive
never in such detail did he succeed in sharing
he digs his fingers into my thighs
and wants to show me what he needs to exist
so another night doesn't pass where he feels dead
after years of providing therapy
he tells me this is how i can help fix this

this condition where he explains he doesn't care
where he wants to show me how things get
when he wants to feel real inside his head

he wants to smell me
wants to get to physically know me
or have me physically get to know him
but he says he wants to make me bleed if i wanted to see what his parents did
he digs his fingers harder into my hips
and showed me his fist
and told me he was going to show me what his parents did with it

i laid there bond anticipating the truth
even if it hurt me
even if it disturbed me
and he impaled me with his fist
destroying what made me a woman
hammering and digging repeatedly
till i was bleeding and he could begin to breath
reliving his past but changing the roles
so that he wins

and he said he knows how i am feeling
and to be able to provoke that in someone was the only thing that was exciting
because he was dead inside
and found pleasure in hurting me
beating my body
and breaking my spirit
he said he would enjoy watching the innocence leak out through my tears
and wished to witness for me to fall to silence
while behind my eyes i look as if I'm dead

thrust any object in and out of me
till i don't care ive had bled
till i can meet him on his level
sexually abused and jaded
he fisted me while he rammed his body into my ass

my eyes widened then they fell
as if they knew to expect hell
i was bleeding from both sides
and i could see the happiness in his eyes
my client finally felt alive
he choked me while he fucked me
till i gasped i was going to die
then he hit me in the face till that was bleeding
and i no longer felt enough air in my lungs to cry

i laid there like my insides were slaughtered
staring at the wall
the will to live and what went with it
sure felt pretty far
he watched me lustfully melt away
watched my soul wither and decay
and started stroking his cock
till the gasping and grunting
helped him get off
so he could cum on my cunt

and watch it drip down and mix with the blood pooled on the ground
then wipe his hand on my battered parts
where it was sore and it burned from where the skin had ripped off
then run his tongue along my wounds
and relish in the fact he made the black and blues

he had cried yes when i screamed no
back and forth we would go
no amount of my pain would satisfy his ego
i was on time for this borderline
it wasn't his fault but mine
should have never agreed to this
my punishment involved my cunt and his fist
shame has washed now over me
he admits to me he can finally breath
he admits to me he can finally see