struggle, little girl… scream if you like… no one will help you… they all know you were a bad girl… now I’m going to cover your flawless skin with my love and all the pretty purple bruises you’ve always dreamed of… and when I’m done, you’ll be my perfect little whore… just the way you were meant to be
No longer truly human, in that she has lost all connection to her humanity. she is an animal. A piece of warm meat with holes to fuck. And in this moment she has no capability of imagining that she ever was or ever will be anything else. That is the beauty of intense, degrading use. It frees a girl from all of her burdens.