Mia

Why are you crying?

Huh?

Why are you crying?

Because my wrists hurt

Do your tiny wrists hurt? Uh?

These hurt, uh?

You look like a hot dog

So, what have you learned?

That I must obey you

Why don’t you look at me when I’m talking to you

When I was younger, I didn’t want to hear anything about men

I had a special relationship with sex.

My sexual behavior wasn’t quite normal for my age.

People around me were too narrow-minded

Anything out of their point of view was wrong

I was wrong, actually

And I’m not saying I’m not

But they just never tried to understand the reasons behind my behavior

They couldn’t understand what the mind can do to overcome certain things

Our relationship started in a really strange way

We had known each other for a while but I didn’t know anything about his life

The first time we talked after a long time

I told him I wanted to try something that wasn’t new for him

Take off your shirt

What excites me the most is to feel I am his

I like it when he chokes me

When he hits me, spits on me, when he insults me

when he does with me whatever he wants

to be his possession

But to be his I needed a name

I am MIA

But I’m okay with that since I know I can trust him

I know he’s always going to protect me and would never hurt me

His own violence makes me feel safe

If I do whatever he asks for...

I’ll have what I want

Master

I love you

It's like cinnamon, the more you use, the worse it tastes

I have never used it

Ew gross! You stuffed your mouth with bread

Why the fuck did you stick your finger in then?

When I do something wrong, I get a punishment

Like when I’m late or forget my choker

Without the collar I can’t be MIA

The punishment is usually leaving me without sex

something I can't be without

So in order to be forgiven I beg for a lesson

To show him I deserve the special treatment.

- Are you sorry or what, fucking whore? - Yes, Master

- What? - Yes

What do you say? Uh?