Drip. Drip. Drip. The blood plopped to the concrete floor like a leaky faucet. He contemplated about the throbbing pain he felt with every plop.

He enjoyed that feeling. Concentrating so much on one pain over and over again. The first time he asked his boyfriend to blindfold him and punch in him the face - his boyfriend thought he was being dirty.

"You like it rough..." he had coyly responded.

The problem was it stopped being about the pleasure and more about the pain. He wanted to feel the warm liquid glop from his mouth and puddle to his chest and to his knees and to the floor. He only felt alive when he was in pain. It was his new drug.


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BobbyRebbel over 13 years ago

Mmm, gooey.

JamieLauraChilds (joined over 13 years ago)

I am a high school English teacher. I also am a lecturer at a college.

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