Your Harlequin Doll (yeah, I have a thing for harlequins lol)
Delicate. Fragile. Breakable.
I’m your doll.
Play with me.
Use me.
Hurt me.
I don’t want to be held.
I want to be gripped.
And pushed against the wall.
Or bent over a table.
I want to be forced.
Even though I may struggle.
I want you to grab me
so hard you leave bruises
on my wineglass wrists.
I want to bleed.
I want to feel something.
But all I could ever feel
was pain.
So hurt me.
Use me.
Play with me.
Your. Harlequin. Doll.

Any suggestions? Thanks. Oh and btw i’m only 14. so chyeah.