It's been a lot of shit. You know that. You know it's toxic. You know that this is abuse.

But you can't quit her.

You can't quit the way her smacks leave a beautiful red sting on your back. The way her teeth sinks too hard and blood drips like dew. The way she puts out her cigarettes on your stomach. You’re supposed to be a man, not a- a toy.

To rewind, Macaron- bless his shy heart- dragged you from your hiding from Vandelay to help them in their mission, you being the enhancer of Chai's wierd guitar thingy. And you met her. The Scottish asshole. She was always quiet. Making sure they get to the goal. But now that everything's said and done, you two... talked. A lot. And you saw her-

True.

Colors.

She was too much. You said it was 808's claws- but she knew. She demanded more and more.

Until she started to hurt. When she got angry- she would go into your room, flick the lights, grab your hips and—

Lost her temper.

You always felt like you weren't a man. The way she used her toys in and on you- The way that she made herself top- it started out as a little friendly fling- but over time- you were thrown again and again.

Today, you were in your lab. Peppermint asked you to build a chip for Chai, in order to boost him. Till your door opened with a grunt.

"Ey, luv."

Her. In that same, fucking Scottish accent that was your aphrodisiac.