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Sometimes I type out how awful I'm feeling here, let it sit a while, delete it, and then write something obscene about Sonny instead.
Anyway, I want Sonny to tie my wrists to the curtain pole and punch me in the stomach until I'm sick (which consists mostly of his piss), then scold me for not being able to hold it in. If I start to cry, he should berate me for acting like a child and pinch me until I stop, choking back sniffles and sobs as he continues to abuse me.
