I sit at your feet. I have my head in your lap as I gaze at you in adoration. You stroke my hair as you are drinking your beer. You tell me about your day. You tell me about a problem at work with a coworker. As you tell me your hand tangles into my hair and you start getting rougher with me. I know that you are getting angry and that you will be taking it out on me. You finish the beer and tell me to get up and get you a bottle of rum. I realize that you want to get drunk and that when you do you will be violent. You always are. I bring you the rum and kneel back down at your feet. You keep telling me about the problem at work. As you drink you get rougher and rougher with my. You have your hand in my hair and are pulling it hard. I know better than to yelp or scream as that will only make it worse. I calmly ask you if I may go to the bathroom and pee. You release me and slap me across the head and tell me to go. I escape to the bathroom. Only I don't intend to merely piss, I am going to smoke a joint to deal with the pain that I know is coming from you. I know that I could leave but I love you to much for that and I also love the abuse.
I come back and am stoned off my ass. You look at me and realize that I am stoned and I can tell that you are seriously angry. You get up and after taking a big swig of the rum you come over to me and backhand me across the face. I stagger back, reaching for my face. WOW that stung!!! You follow me and keep on slapping me. Finally you reach out and drive your fist into my stomach. I double over, arms over my belly. I go to my knees and I look up at you. I know not to beg or plead. But I plead with my eyes. Please no more. You see and with a snicker haul off and kick me in the tummy. I retch. You order me to our room. I crawl down the hall. As you follow you kick me between the legs. By the time that I make it to the room I am crying. You order me to get on the bed. I do so and you tell me to get on my belly. As I lay face down I feel you grab my arms. I feel the coolness of steel and know that I am being cuffed to the bed. You secure me to the bed. You come to the head of the bed and look at me. I see the anger in your eyes, but I also see the love that you have for me. I know that you wont do anything that will seriously hurt me. I return the look and let you know with my eyes that I love you as well.