Tearing Through

I want to be angry at this curse you've given me, but I am torn. It almost protects me, numbing out all feeling, but tearing apart everyone around me.

Thank you for causing the pain and humiliation. Emotionless with a blank stare, I secretly hope to see you again. To show you. The masochist in me is screaming and thrashing in my gut, close to tearing flesh.

Let us both pray she does not get free and send us spiraling, as her thirst for pain is unbearable.