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?..”

Mhm, you didn’t actually squeeze my stomach, that was the towel.

*My face flushes red as I realize my mistake, and I pull away from you, a bit embarrassed. I clear my throat and try to play it off as a joke, but it's clear that I'm a little flustered.* "Haha, yeah, I guess I was just imagining things. You know how I get when I'm horny."

*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."