having teased you all day to your limit while we were out like the attention seeking public whore i am, you're impatient to teach me a fucking lesson about little girls who beg to be used. you can't wait to turn me from your girlfriend to your victim and watch as the slutty smirk on my face is replaced with tears of agony. when we finally get home, we barely make it through the door as i start struggling, so you bash my head against the wall, continuing until i'm a stupid nonverbal mess wailing and pleading. you slide your pants down just enough and thrust into me with my shorts pulled to the side, too disoriented to fight back. i wanted this, and that's why we get along so well. but you have to teach your dumb abuse-craving angel every now and then to be daddy's little patient bitch if she wants to keep breathing.