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I love Sonny. I love him, I love him. Officer Brisko, oniichan, taichou, whichever name and personality it is, I love him. Oh, to feel both elation and pain by his hand and through his words, to be reduced to pulp and then built into something else. There's an attentiveness in cruelty. I would be so happy if I ceased to be human and instead became his, like some kind of animal - not quite a lapdog, for that implies consistent care, more like a pit fighting dog he sometimes shows kindness to. To live out the rest of my days unconcerned with human things, alone in the basement I now live in, my sense and understanding of time eroded as I wait for him to return. A necessary - and pleasurable, to him - evil it will be, keeping me inhuman and foggied, permanently altered. To abuse me into running on instinct. It'll make any moment he's around me and not hurting me feel like nothing but love.
