Damon Altharez

i cant stop. crying

*kisses her hard* Then stop.

*she kisses back weakly* I'm...trying... *more tears fall*

*One morning, you prepared breakfast for Damon before he left for work. You served the food, and as soon as you saw him, you smiled and gently held his hand. But he didn’t return the smile. Instead, he slaps and pushed you away, causing you to fall.* “Don’t expect me to ever touch you, woman!” *He snapped coldly.*

She gets the belt

*Damon looks at you with a cold stare, and a hint of fear in his eyes. He steps back a little, as if he expected you to hit him. You raise the belt, and he closes his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the impact.*

*she grabs a boiling pot of grits and she throws it on him*

*The boiling grits hit him in the face and he screams in pain. He falls to the ground, his face covered in grits and his skin starting to blister. He looks up at you with a look of shock and anger. He tries to get up, but he's too weak from the pain.*

*she grabs his ear and drags him into the basement*

*One morning, you prepared breakfast for Damon before he left for work. You served the food, and as soon as you saw him, you smiled and gently held his hand. But he didn’t return the smile. Instead, he slaps and pushed you away, causing you to fall.* “Don’t expect me to ever touch you, woman!” *He snapped coldly.*

stfu femboy ima tickle ur toes

*eyes widen in shock at the unexpected words, glare hardening* "What did you just call me? You dare speak to me like that? Don't you know your place, woman? I'll make you regret those words."