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I saw you standing in the hallway with your bag packed, again. Sometimes I think you weep so loudly in the afternoon specifcally so I can hear it. To spoil the prospects of the day on purpose.
You have been like this for some time now, ever since that police crew came by. They finished their check up quickly, I'd think you would calm down by then...
I really don't get you these days. When we first met you were so eager and fun, but since that day you keep banging on the window screaming "Help" at any car that passes our little secluded cottage.
You were holding that survival bag in your hand so firmly, knife in the other pointing it at me. You were saying something about freedom or whatever. But what's done is done! Even if you do manage to treck through the woods, you won't be useful to anyone.
I already raped you. It's over. You don't have anyone but me...
"Honey, calm down" I say. A phrase I am used to cooing at you over the past 5 months..
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Above is a fucked up noncon dark roleplay. My character is a deluded mysoginist who believes that you are effectivley his wife because he SA'd you. Now on the verge of a metldown from the repeated abuse in this hopeless enviroment, you want to make a run for it.
Please send me how you think we met, what the dynamic is like and where we could go from here.
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