I once met a pretty attractive person with their cute pet in a train many years ago which will become relevant later in the story. We had some small talk and I didn't think much of it besides a slight feeling of regret for not asking for their number.

But I also had a pretty rough time in my life around then and had to go to a mental health clinic. Being their is usually pretty boring tho but it helps a little bit. So I was bored as usual and was going for a walk when I suddenly saw the person I met in the train. So I decided to visit their station to have a nice conversation.

Our meeting up to talk turned quite weird pretty quickly and I got easily manipulated into letting them almost choked me out over and over again because "it's fine and just some kink stuff" and I had a might have had a small crush on them. There wasn't much though behind agreeing to it, which I shouldn't have done to be honest. But I was pretty lonely back then.

Fast forward a bit and I visited them at their place, got violently choked to a point where I couldn't even think straight, tied up to the bed and had them sit on my now naked torso with a scalpel. Telling me how stupid it was to visit them and to meet up at a place where no one would give a fuck If they'd hear me scream or cry for help. I then had to watch them cut my stomach over and over which was followed by a sporadic kiss and many more cuts. It did bleed more than enough to stain my clothes with my own blood.

I luckily got out there by some miracle and survived and I still have the scars of every single cut on my body to this day.