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<br><br <br><br> <br><font size="6"> t h e     m a s o c h i s t </font size>

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She’s going out of her mind with her own thoughts. Her own sick, depraved thoughts. What do other girls think about when they see an attractive man? Surely they wonder first about his name or whether he has a girlfriend.. if he’s a good kisser, maybe. So <i>why</i> is Imogen’s first thought about whether or not his hands are big enough to wrap around her neck? Or whether his teeth are sharp enough to sink into her flesh or what kind of names he’d like to call her or-- <br> <br>

Now don’t get ahead of yourself, Imogen. That’s what her therapist would say, she can practically hear it now. But what if he didn’t say that? What if he demanded that Imogen strip and lay across his lap so he could spank the naughty thoughts out of her? What if-- Fuck. Stop, Imogen. <br><br>

She’s sure that she’s this way because of her father. Isn’t that how it is for most girls? Daddy issues, that’s what you call it.. and she’s got an abundance of them. Somewhere there, in her therapist’s thick notebook, she’s positive he has written down that Imogen’s just a fucked up little daddy’s girl. One who was spanked for every minor infraction and then made to kiss the hand that delivered the blows. We’re talking <i>minor</i> here, too. Thirty seconds late coming home after school? That’s thirty slaps, easy. Do you remember the saying “don’t cry over spilt milk”? That one never made sense to Imo.. why wouldn’t you cry when a spilt milk was worth fifty spankings? <br><br>

She’s working on it, though. She doesn’t <i>want</i> to be this way; attracted to danger like a moth to flame. But just like any addict, it takes time. And just like any addict, she can hardly help herself when her drug of choice is presented to her. I mean, she’s not about throw herself down in front of the first weapon wielding psychopath she meets. No, her tastes are more subtle. So subtle, in fact, she hardly even knows what she’s gotten herself into until she’s already in the thick of it. Her preferences lay with the calm, cool sadist, the sociopath she can hardly tell is a sociopath until oops! She’s trapped in his intricately woven web. <br><br><center>🎀<br><br><br><br>
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<i><font size="4"><center><b>oh, and what big <a target="_blank" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/32/20/a03220b3c02a8ef6d9926ad3397c8e39.jpg">eyes</a> you have.<br><br></b> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/RI5YC1r.gif"><br><br> <b> the kind of eyes that drive <a target="_blank" href="https://78.media.tumblr.com/c5c7c1c5c40efa200496175e2c40393f/tumblr_oqfut9Kc9u1vtvq1ho1_400.gif"> wolves</a> mad.</b></center> <br><br>______________________________________________________<br><br><br><br></font size></I><b><center><font size="5">STATS</font size></center></b><br><br><br></b>

<center><br><font size="3">Imogen<br><br>
female<br><br>
 21 <br><br>
 5'7<br><br> 115lbs <br><br>

<span title="She'll flirt with you but unless you're a certain type of person, she's mostly just messing with you. She has major commitment issues and will probably try to cheat on you before you cheat on her."><strike>difficult</strike> single </span><br><br>


<center><a target="_blank" href="https://youtu.be/OvTjzNWnCeQ?t=51s"> Electric, provocative, ill-tempered </a> <br>
 <br><span title="Recently fired for always coming in hungover."><strike>private investigator</strike> / </span><span title="Family owned business, passed along to Imo. it's on the verge of being foreclosed.">baker </span> / pharmaceutical sales rep<br><br><a target="_blank" href="https://imgur.com/a/CrMvgMT">📷</a><br><br> <br></center>
</font size><br><br> <a target="_blank" href="https://roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=rustle"><span title="she picks on him. he occassionally stands up for himself. she's doesn't really know what having a friend is like, but if she had to guess then this would be it.">🍃</span></a>    <a target="_blank" href="https://roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=Elise%20von%20Lieven"> <a target="_blank" href="https://roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=esquire"><span title="asshole. life saver, but.. an asshole.">💀</a></span><br><center><br>
 <br>______________________________________________________________<br><br><br><br><br><br><b>what's left may not be kind..</b><br>

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 <b> but it is me.</b>

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<br><br><center>❌<br><br>"SHE LOVES THE WOLF. SHE DOES NOT LOVE THE LAMB. NOT JUST ANY WOLF. SHE LOVES THE WOLF THAT IS CAPABLE OF LOVE. IT IS EVEN MORE COMPLICATED: SHE LOVES THE WOLF WHO CONTAINS, HIDES OR REVEALS AN UNEXPECTED SWEETNESS IN HIS VIOLENCE.
THE SWEETNESS OF THE CRUEL IS A GREATER SWEETNESS." <br>
— Hélène Cixous


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