I Don’t Care
I don’t care. I don’t care about you anymore. You’re a distant memory of a life that was never real, a fantasy figment that shall never be repeated. We released one another a long time ago. and that’s good enough for me now. Remain in the shadows, for I cherish the light.
I don’t care. I’m not interested in the dreams you weave and I abhor the nightmares, too. Both had their time and place to be, and whatever meaning they once possessed, shattered while I slept. Waking up was painful, yes, yet necessary. I’m not going back to that state of mind, you hear?
I don’t care, but if you’re still having trouble understanding this, allow me to repeat it until it’s perfectly drilled into your head. Ready? I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. Okay, that’s enough. That wasn’t so hard, right?
Damn it, you’re here again, the ghost that will never leave, no matter how much I say otherwise! Why? Why are you still around? What do you want from me this time? Didn’t I just tell you I don’t fucking care?
I don’t care about your gorgeous blue eyes looking down at me in a darkened room while I’m trying to rest.
I don’t care about the half-moon smile you always used to have right before sending my thoughts down on an emotional roller-coaster to satisfy your darkest urges.
I don’t care about your collection of pendants, pocket watches, shiny rings, and every other piece of jewelry you used against me over the years. I hope they’re all broken by now.
I don’t care about the leather dress you were wearing when we first met, nor the high-heeled boots I longed to kiss after our first talk.
I don’t care about any of your inductions, triggers, and post-hypnotic suggestions. I’m not your dog. I’m not your sissy. I’m not your slave! Leave me alone!
I… I… God, what are you saying…? No, I’m sure this is real, this is what is right. Believing I was ever yours was the illusion, not the other way around. Stop that, okay? Stop trying to brainwash me again!
Huh, what? Again? When did…? How…? What was I saying just now and why does my head hurt so much? This is so… *drools*
Oh, hello, Mistress! I Didn’t see you standing there! Have you been home for long? My apologies, I was doing… I don’t know what I was doing, actually. Forgive me, I don’t feel like myself today.
My uniform? Yes, you’re absolutely right! I should have been wearing it to greet you, there’s no excuse for that. What? Please, don’t say that! Of course, I care about you! You’re the only thing in this world that truly matters to me! All I want is to make you happy! Don’t be mad at me, I can’t take it.
Yes, Mistress, I understand any stray thought and action from your glorious plans for me must be severely punished, and I gladly submit to your divine justice. Do as you wish with your piece of property. I’ll assume the proper spanking position now. Thank you. I love you so much.
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