You Weren't Wrong About Me
Standalone.
Like many automated objects and reactions, her automated responses were turned on and off by a button. In her mind she pictured it as a small black button at the base of her spine. Every time she spoke she imagined him pressing her little black button and the mere idea sent a pleasant shiver through her body.
"I don't mean to hurt you." Her voice was rather emotionless though her face held enough expression to make up for that. "But I have no other outlet. No one would listen. I need this. It makes me feel..."
The happiness in her voice sickened him. He stared at her with a cold glare, trying to break her, but it was almost as though she wasn't seeing him; as though she wasn't even paying attention to him. Though this wasn't a surprise... she was always somewhere else, in a place that he didn't dare venture into. He'd been there before but never... never again.
"Your intentions don't matter because you are hurting me. I will listen. Tell me. You don't need this. You don't deserve this. I want to help you."
Those words, as he knew they would, sent her into an angry frenzy.
"I don't need help."
"I don't mean to hurt you." Her voice was rather emotionless though her face held enough expression to make up for that. "But I have no other outlet. No one would listen. I need this. It makes me feel..."
The happiness in her voice sickened him. He stared at her with a cold glare, trying to break her, but it was almost as though she wasn't seeing him; as though she wasn't even paying attention to him. Though this wasn't a surprise... she was always somewhere else, in a place that he didn't dare venture into. He'd been there before but never... never again.
"Your intentions don't matter because you are hurting me. I will listen. Tell me. You don't need this. You don't deserve this. I want to help you."
Those words, as he knew they would, sent her into an angry frenzy.
"I don't need help."