Life is made of patterns, repeated over and over. And mine are violence, abuse, near death experiences. I hate lying to him, but if I tell him the truth, he'll never give me what I need.
No matter the consequences, the danger, I'll tell him, and myself, that this is only a roleplay, just for fun.
And if it all goes wrong, c'est la vie, right?
Trigger Warning: Edgeplay contains frank discussions of mental illness, sexual assault, consensual nonconsent BDSM roleplays, and other mature material.
