Cruelty is beautiful 🖤
What I wouldn't give right now to see a pretty girl wide-eyed with fear, tears forming in the corners of her eyes with the realization that none of my threats were idly made. To hear her try desperately to form words that will convince me to stop, or to at least be gentle, only to grow more and more incoherent as she realizes I don't care what she has to say. To methodically coax screams from her lips like I'm composing music. To watch those tears roll down her face without restraint anymore.
I want to revel in it until eventually, after her eyes glaze over and she's left herself, I stop, and let her return to herself. To pull her tear-tracked face to my chest and offer reassurances as she pleads for forgiveness for whatever it was she had done to earn it, even if it was nothing at all. To hear a weak little "thank you" just over her breath, even as she doesn't know why she's saying it.
But no, I've got "organic chemistry problem sets" to do instead. Booooo >:(