I’m just so tired, and it makes me feel how much I have slipped from the place that I was. I had set up the boundaries, built the walls. But he tore them all down.
“Baby?” He says softly. And it makes me sick. Because everything he says is just to keep me pacified so I’ll stay. Because he knows that deep down inside I realize that I should be running away.
“Yes?” I ask in a similar tone of mock-softness.
“Do you love me?” He asks, knowing he is torturing me.
“Of course.” I say robotically, and he draws me closer.
“Good.” He replies. It’s so sickening that my forced words are enough for him. he doesn’t care if I am hating every moment of this, as long as I will stay. And unfortunately for me, he knows I will stay.