“You want me?” I asked slowly, taking a step towards him despite the dark energy which coiled around him. “You know I do,” he replied simply as if anything about us was simple. “No, I don’t. I know you like to hurt me and tear me down,” I said. “I know you want to control me and take from me and make me bow at your feet.” “I do,” he agreed, not even trying to deny any of it. “And I think a fucked-up part of you likes it when I do those things.” “Fuck you,” I hissed, but I still hadn’t left. “I think you like it when I hurt you because on some level you believe you deserve it.”
