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Emdr processing ( warning abuse referenced)

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Table, they are all laid out. Ligjts off flashes like a book memories going by clicking. Why DIDNT HE JUST END ME? Get rid of me. Devour me. A gently bite. A piece of my neck. Enough to draw blood. Sucking, drinking. He enjoys every second. What even are you? Am I just your play thing? Your thing to torture to use to destroy to beat to break. The blade drags across slowly. Smell of metal. Strong smell of cleaning solution wafting up into my nose. Dabbing as my body shakes but I cannot feel the dabbing. Wait, I cannot feel my leg. Sealed and mended good as new.

Why take s? Why cut? Why drink? Why smell?

You press against me not touching me but smelling me as you drink me in. What will you do with that? My memory glitches. Like a glitching tv. My brain is telling me no. You have remembered enough. That is enough. Did he put it on his sandwich he was eating, did he save it.

He got a sweet release from all of this. Like nothing else. A shiver ran down his spine. I am pretty sure he had without even a touch.

He lay the small square on his sandwich. Dip his cloth covered finger in a bottle and press it to my sleepy sleepy lips. Till I trail off.

I awake in the living room dressed, a small dot on my neck, Plate in my lap watching tv. My friend runs in "Wake up wake up" still echoing.

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