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I’m back on my caretaker new whumper bullshit again.
Assuming that the person helping you is going to hurt you. Flinching at the touches. Crying quietly in the corner as they approach. Lashing out, snarling and screaming because you don’t want to be hurt again. Trying to hide your wounds so they can’t see your weak points. Kneeling in front of them, begging for mercy. Finding anterior motives for every kind action. Lying awake, wondering if tomorrow is when the horror with start. Expecting to be beaten and chained. Showing someone your messiest, most fearful moments, knowing full well they could take advantage of you. Easily.
But they don’t.
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