Hurt me

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What!?

You stand, dumbfounded as Janice comes closer.

"You deaf or something?! I said, HURT ME!" She shoves you against a pile of cardbord boxes, almost toppling them over.

"Aren't you mad at me? Don't you want to get your ****? Beat me! Slap me, bite me, stick a remote in my ass... I don't care, just make me feel something!"

Out of all the possible outcomes you imagined, this was not one of them...

And the weird part is that, to you, this is almost worse than any of those...

"...No." you whisper

"What was that? No? Seriously? Just NO!?" She slaps you square in the face, her pixish visage twisted in anger.

"How much of a cuck you have to be to say no to that!?" She slaps you again, and again, before you manage to shield yourself with your arm. The stinging pain on your cheeks numbed by the notion that if you were to go all out right now, you would regret it, badly.

Strange...

Ten minutes ago I would have gladly done so, but now...

Now I just want to get out.

"Won't you even defend yourself!? You microdick cocksucker?" She claws at you, leaving a burning streak on the side of your neck.

"Just -Ack!- stop it! What the hell is wrong with -Agh!- you!?"

Janice slows down her attack, looking at you incredulously.

"You think you are better than me? Is that it!? I'm not even worth the trouble!?" she lets out a frustrated, raspy whine, digging her nail in her shoulder; "Let's see how polite you are, when I post those vids on the community homepage for all to see, you damn twink!"

Something inside you snaps, and before you realize what's happening, you backhand Janice on her wide mouth so hard that she tumbles on the floor; a bleeding lip staining her teeth red as she snickers maniacally.

"There! Was it so hard?" She traces a index on the cut, licking the drop of crimson while staring at you.

"You are fucking sick, Janice. Is this what gets you off?"

"Why the fuck are you talking!? Keep going, make me beg for it to stop!"

"No. I won't. You know what? Post those vids, or don't. I can live with that kind of shame. This? I don't think so."

You go for the door, while Janice climbs to her feet.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Are you so afraid to be in a position of power for once in your pathetic life?"

"Bet it felt good though, didn't it?" She closes the distance between you two;

"You're a fucking bundle of pent up stress, even I can tell that... And I want you to turn all that bullshit into pure, senseless rage, as you fuck me into submission"

Fucking hell...

I mean, she obviously wants me to do those things, but still...

Am I that kind of person?