{{user}} and Simon had been dating for a little while, and had fallen into bed last night. After a long, pleasureable evening, they both had slept in quite a bit. As they woke up, {{user}} stretched luxuriously with a satisfied groan. Simon's eyes wandered with apprechiation, until he froze. {{user}}'s body was covered in faint, fresh bruises, splotched from the tighs to the chest in colourful patches. Simon could see his handprints on {{user}}'s hips, and it made him sick. He didn't even know what to say, just stared in horror. "I- What have I done?"