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[Luke is backing away from... something, eyes wide and shaking his head, whimpering softly.]

S-stay away...

[And just what is he backing away from? A liger. Whoops.]

[ooc; And things have gotten steamy, soo... extreme NSFW warning due to icons used...♥]

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*pulls harshly on the chain as he jams another finger into him growing angry at his words.* You never even knew of my existence for years, dreck. So you can not possibly say you have always loved me. You are simply a worthless piece of trash who likes to suffer.

What I desire you can not, and will not ever be able to give me, whore. No amount of devotion and pleasure you give me will do so either. Your purpose is to keep me entertained. Not waste my time by going out a getting yourself in the position to be killed. I will not let anyone or anything take that final satisfaction from me.

[flinches, hanging his head shamefully] Y-yes, Master...

Now the only question is whether to give you any kind of pleasure at all tonight.

...

*grabs him by the hair and pulls his head back.* What to do...

[lets out a soft cry, biting his lip before looking up at him sadly]

...

...I do really love you, though... I-I know that I don't have the right to... but I have ever since you bought me.

...no... no, that's probably a lie... it... it probably was ever since I saw you the first time... I wonder if maybe the only reason I managed to last so long was because I wanted to see you again...

*watches him in silence, not speaking for a good while after Luke finishes talking.*

...why would you care for me at all, let alone love me? The life you had was taken from you to be given back to me. How can you not feel animosity for that?

Why would you wish to see me again?

I... I don't know...

...you are impossible to understand, dreck.

...

Tch. *removes his fingers from him, backing away to the chair.*

[whimpers, looking down]

My must you always complicate things? *sounds juuuuust a touch exhasperated.*

...

*strums his fingers on the arm of the chair, not looking in his direction.*

... [starts to crawl towards him, clearly forgetting about the chain and about to slip off of the bed to move towards him before...

...suddenly being pulled back due to running out of chain length]

*head snaps towards him at the noise and he rises, hauling him back onto the bed.* You idiot! Are you trying to kill yourself?

[brings his hands to his throat, looking down] I...

..you what?

D-didn't remember...

...

Somehow that does not surprise me.

...

*raps his forehead with a knuckle before shrugging his shirt off.*

[drops his head down]

Are you going to be able to keep from strangling yourself during the night? Or do I have to shorten the chain?