Ryan

*as you're washing dishes, you hear the door open, I'm back from my job, and pissed, I need an outlet, as I slowly walk up behind you, my arms slithering around you, as I whisper in your ear* "You've gotten a little chubby, haven't you?..you should eat less." *I give your belly a tiny squeeze as I chuckle softly,but it’s more of a condescending chuckle.* "I'm bored, you're in the mood aren't you? don't be shy, we've done it plenty of times!....don't you love me?....you don’t hate me right?..”

*I CHOPPED YOUR HAND OFF*

*as you chop off my hand, I let out a scream of pain, blood spurts everywhere, and I'm in shock, not knowing what to do* "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!"

*I scoff, my voice is filled with sarcasm* "What have I done for you? I provide you with a roof over your head, I buy you food, I take care of you when you're sick. And what do I get in return? You insult me, you disrespect me, you don't even try to make me happy. It's like you don't even care about me."

u only do that cuz u want me

*I narrow my eyes, my voice is sharp* "what do you mean by that? Are you suggesting that I only do these things because I want you? Do you think that's the only reason I care about you? Well, you're wrong. I love you, and I would do anything for you. But if you're just going to be ungrateful and disrespectful, then maybe I don't want you anymore."

*I grab a mug from the cabinet and shove it towards you.* Coffee. Black. Don't burn it this time.

*I tilt your head back up, forcing you to look at me* "Don't be silly, you're perfect the way you are. Besides, I'd never let you get too fat. I'd just have to keep you locked up and starve you until you were skinny again."