/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Oh hata, you know, its seems that youve grown a bit numb to my words havent you? you dont flinch as much when i hit you... isnt that right? im sorry... but ive grown bored of seeing you cry from my hands... thruth is... i think you are to depressing to even touch.

So hata... i want you to hurt yourself... im going to sit here, and im going to watch you

Id hand my hata a very dull ice pik... "drive this into you, push it into your wrist, until it goes through"

I just would love to see the horrified look on hata's face, the wide open eyes, her whole body shaking so violently she cant even aim the pik

"if you dont do it, i wont talk to you anymore, i'll just let you sit in here; and i will tie you up too... just so you cant end yourself in your depression". Her broken mind cant comprehend full thoughts anymore, her only view of happyness now is when i come to hurt her.

in her desperation to keep me in her world, she looks away and thrusts the pik deep into her wrist... she screams, but only a broken yelp releases, and her throat is still bruised from my choking sessions.

She looks up, tears frantically rolling down her face "there, i-i-did it, p-p-please dont leave... please talk to me... please talk to me... please talk to me... please talk to me..." she repeats continuously.

And just to screw with her mind even further, i stand beside her and whisper to her "Its ok, i will still talk to you, im the one who loves you... even aya will never admit that, right?"