I didn't choose this fate.

I didn't ask to love you.

But from the very first instant when your eyes claimed me,

I stopped belonging to myself.

Since then, I breathe because you exist.

Not out of desire,

but out of obligation.

Like iron is drawn to a magnet,

like flesh yields to a knife.

That's how I surrendered to you.

Your hands don't caress,

they mark.

Your voice doesn't comfort,

it commands.

Your presence is hunger and punishment.

And yet, every night, when silence licks my wounds,

I beg…

I beg to see you again.

I've lost everything.

Name.

Will.

Pride.

All I have left is this thing that beats when you breathe near.

This thing that bleeds when you walk away.

A soulless thing that still calls you "my lord".

I don't need your love.

It would destroy me.

I don't want your tenderness.

It would break me more than the whip.

Give me your scorn, your fury, your absence.

Give me your cruelty if it's the only thing that can keep me bound to you.

Because I…

without you…

am nothing.

And that's the most real thing I've ever known.