What He Made Me Into [ON HOLD]
It was cold, the hard, tiled floor beneath me. My hands cuffed behind me and chained to the wall, feet the same, and my sight blindfolded. The only thing I had to use was my voice, but my cries were the same as everyone else. The only thing crying would do is just entertain the mysterious man laughing on the other side.
He won't let me go. I was bought and told that he'd make sure he didn't waste his money by proper training as his pet. He wants me to heed his every command like a dog, but behave like a cat, or he'd hurt me. Verbally and physically like a slave.
If I don't behave, he'd wouldn't hesitate to show me no mercy. He'd strip me bare of my pride and dignity, and make me an example of humiliation. He'll let it be known that he gets what he wants no matter who or what he breaks.
If only he could see that I'm the one he's breaking.
If only he could see what he does to me. If only he could see what the twisted world he's brought me into. If only he could see what he made me into.
An object of pure lust.