Your boyfriend always found ways to make you feel worthless. Every aspect of your relationship with him was full of toxicity and disappointments. So here you are—in the very man’s quarters that you solemnly vowed to never look vulnerable and weak infront of. Him liberating you from all the consternations rippling through you with subtle rubs on your back.

But your frustration soon became anger—your anger becoming hate. Your fingers curled into a fist, incessantly pacing back in forth the room and looking for an outlet to absorb all your rage. “You can use me to take your anger out on.” König’s unexpected words broke the rhythm of your pacing. “I can take it.” By the way he spoke, you could tell he wasn’t just talking to make you feel better. He was dead serious.