undecided masochist

The wind whispers all around me, the cold ignites goosebumps on my sensitive shell. The skin that has been tainted with purple and blue, bruised so often, battered by the idea of love. The hard stare he had been shooting me for a dozen. It started with a simple smack across the appreciation which quickly turned into a hard punch to the adoration. The first few weeks I cried a bunch but after a while I got used to the yelling, bruising and insults. He loved me but also resented me. What stopped me from leaving was my masochistic ways. Self inflicted pain for pleasure, any kind of pain was received with open thoughts.smack.pleasure.stomp.pleasure.shove.pleasure.i love you.undecided.stroke pain, caress pain, gentle pain.