Broken (Done)

Hello, Anon.

While I'm sure you don't remember me at all, I wanted you to know that I haven't forgotten about you. I remember how you would always come to my aid when I was in trouble. I would always say, “Anon, you don't have to do this!”, and you wouldn't listen, even though you knew that you couldn't take them on. Time after time, you would be beaten within an inch of your life, and the bullies would have their way with me. It brought an unfamiliar warmth to my heart, knowing that there are people in this world who would die for someone they hardly knew. I love you, Anon.

That's why I wanted to run away with you. I didn't want us to suffer anymore, I wanted to live a peaceful life with the one I love. But, when I told you about my plan, you got upset. You said that I shouldn't run away from my problems. You were right, and I'm sorry for being so ignorant. When I finally did run away, I unknowingly took my problems with me.

I spent two years on a farm, where I went through the same daily routine with different people. During that time, I realized how much I needed you. I would lie on a bunk, sleepless, thinking about how much I wanted to see you again. Whenever the ranch hands would take advantage of me, I fantasized about you. I was so deluded by my dreams of seeing you again, that I never paid attention to my lack of income. When I asked the manager for my paycheck, he laughed.

That's when I heard your voice again. You were right, I shouldn't run away from my problems. So, I stood up for myself. Stabbing him until he fell over, breaking his fingers while he was down, watching him soil himself and the floor beneath him. I could feel a wave of relief wash over me as he drew his last breath; I could finally escape. I could finally see you again.

It seems like my sins have followed me here. I heard that you were getting married. I was so angry. I thought to myself, “Does he really love her?”

What do you mean, “Did I love her”? Of course you didn't. When I attacked her, you didn't try to stop me. You ran. You're not supposed to run from your problems, Anon. It'll only hurt you more. Here, I can make you face your problems head-on, just like me! Come on, give it a good whack!

What's the matter, are you scared? Come on, show this bully who's boss! Hey, you missed her by a long shot. That really hurt, too.

Huh? You don't want to hurt her? Don't worry, she can't feel pain. See? Dead as a doorknob.

Watch it! You hit me again. Are you doing this on purpose? Oh, I see. You think I'm the bully. Maybe I am, Anon. Maybe I am. You know what bullies do to their victims, right?

What's the matter? You were acting like such a tough guy earlier, where did all of that confidence go? Don't tell me. Are you still a virgin? Ha! How pathetic. Do you want to know how many times I've had sex? I've lost count. That's right, you're going to lose your first time to a pig's cunt! How disgusting.

Yeah, how disgusting.

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I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Anon. I'm still so weak. I can't even win against you.

I feel so helpless, Anon. Will you hold me?

Why not? What did I do to make you hate me this much, Anon? Are you not interested in me anymore?

I see, it's because I'm not like a normal girl, isn't it? You don't like this tail, or these ears, do you? Well, I could always remove them, if you'd like. I'd do anything for you. You're the only thing that matters to me. Did you know that? The thought of you has kept me alive for all of these years.

But now, I want more. I want to have not just the sight of you, but your scent, your taste, even the texture of your skin. I want all of it to myself. Does that make me greedy? No. Being hungry is normal for someone like me. So, hold me, Anon. Make me yours, so that I can make you mine.