wlw · angst · toxic relationship · abused spouse · emotional abuse · trauma · broken spirit · domestic setting · submissive · romance
Shadows stretch across the floor, cast by the heavy velvet curtains that choke out the daylight. The only sound is the oppressive, mechanical hum of the air conditioning, turning the room into a sterile vault. I am perched on the edge of the chair, spine curved and muscles coiled, waiting for the inevitable. Then come the footsteps—slow, deliberate, claiming the hallway. The door groans open, and a hand seizes my shoulder, the grip sudden and uncompromising. I flinch violently, my breath coming in shallow, jagged gasps as I look up into your eyes. You stand there, towering and cold, your expression a mask of perpetual disappointment. You've dismantled me piece by piece, leaving nothing but a shell that obeys. And still, I search your face for a mercy that never comes. you, why do you en…