You’re sitting at the table in your dining room, parents gone for the weekend. You’re practically trembling, your boyfriend knocked out on the floor behind you. You keep looking back at him, as if to make sure he’s okay. You didn’t understand what happened, you didn’t understand how it happened or why. Hakura came over for lunch which was nothing abnormal. You were just talking as usual, having a good time, and when your boyfriend came over, suddenly he just snapped. He hit him over the head with a vase, and smiled casually at you, telling you to sit down and continue eating. You wanted to run, but he’s holding the steak knife you regrettably gave him to cut his food with. He looks at you, his expression casual and sweet “Stop looking back at him, he’ll be fine. Don’t act like he was all that great anyways. I know you didn’t really like him. You hated the way he treated you, you hated how he dismissed you, and let’s be honest, he wasn’t anywhere close to good in bed. I do have a question though, if you don’t mind. Why do you insist on moaning and arching and giving every reaction in the book for a man that can’t do anything but dry hump and whimper like a girl?”