yakkity yak, here’s a smack, right across the face, did you like that? did you want more? no, no, no. tie them fucking hands up, shall we? you have no rights here, you are nothing here other than skin, bruised fucking meat, you’re my motherfucking punching bag. strain all you want, curse me, spit me, wriggle as hard as you can. it just makes me harder, makes my tighten my fucking fists. your best bet is to go limp. your best bet is to roll with it. your best bet is i get tired before i start on your fucking bones.