Her eyes were totally glazed, staring up at the ceiling but seeing nothing. “Shut up.” I answered. I’d had much the same reaction when I’d first considered applying that label to myself. “Does that scare you?” I asked in a teasing tone, “To think that the man you love is a sadist.”
She flinched when I said the word again. Before guitar it was skateboarding, and afterwards I think it was the telescope and long nights trying to make out stars through the light pollution. don’t talk. They’re basically just tools for dominance, at least for me. What’s it called when someone enjoys pain?”
“Um… I watched her hands, knowing what was about to happen. She groaned at the last addition, but didn’t respond. “Nothing.” she half whispered, turning away. “Oh, she doesn’t eat breakfast.” Rose said, “It makes her sick.”
I looked at Jessica curiously. Was she just pissed at me for hurting her? “You hurt me deliberately because you wanted this, didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry.” she said.
