Oh, how i love seeing the fear flickering in her eyes like madness. Seeing her shiver and tremble in pain, hearing her sob and whimper, unable to hold back her tears. Messy dark hair framing her pretty face, pale and dirty, bloodstained.
How I love seeing her broken and defeated. Nothing is left of the girl who held her head so high, nothing left of the girl who would speak up to everyone and used her fists if words didn't do the trick.

Now she flinches at every move i make, never makes eye contact and barely ever speaks a word.
I have never felt so much triumph and self satisfaction in my life; so much power. I could really get used to this.

I kneel down in front of her and grab a handful of her hair to pull her head up, forcing her to look me in the eyes.
"You know what?" I say softly, leaning further in, until our faces almost touch. Then I whisper into her ear.
"I am bored. Let's play"
With a sudden movement I get up again, making her flinch.
She immediately scrambles back towards the wall, wrapping her arms around her shaking body in an useless attempt to shield herself.
Stupid girl, you can't protect yourself from me; not like that.
Show me the girl you were before, fight back, speak up, protest. This way it's too easy. I want to see you struggling to stand but still threatening to kill me if I lay my hands upon you or your loved ones. You were so desperate to show me you were the boss, that you didn't realize how much about yourself you gave away. You made me powerful, through simple knowledge. Stupid, stupid girl.

In the end it's all your fault. And I want you to know that. I want you to know how strong you made me, all because you were always too proud to back off when you were attacked.
I want you to feel all of your mistakes coming back at you, without mercy. I want you to feel real pain, I want to hear you scream, watch you drown in your nervous breakdowns.

"Get up."
She stares up at me through blank, watery eyes, shivering.
I calmly repeat "Get up."

Using the wall as support, she tries to push herself up from the ground, but it seems like she can't get her trembling body under control. An amused smile breaks through my inexpressive façade, as I quietly watch her struggling. I can clearly see her frustration.

This time there is nobody to violently drag her up from the ground when she doesn't get up quickly enough. She could just keep sitting there, but some of her pride still lingers inside her, which makes it impossible for her to admit her weakness.
Clenching her teeth, trying to force down a cry, she finally manages to lift herself up; desperately holding onto the wall.

Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you. I am going to play with your last bit of pride, making you doubt yourself to the point where it turns into self-destruction and even further. I am going to take everything you can still believe in, everything you can hold onto; I am going to force you to drown in your own mind. Because why would you deserve hope? Why would you fucking deserve anything ?!

I take a sudden step towards forth; she blenches and immediately loose her balance.
It seems like her injuries have made her reflexes slow and sloppy, as she is barely able to raise her arms to protect her head before she hits the ground.
Poor, stupid girl.
"Up."
I could do this all night.

She moans in pain as she pushes herself up from the ground again, this time it takes even longer for her to get on her feet. Heavily breathing, she slowly raises her head and looks me directly in the eyes.
"You bastard."
How I love to hear her voice, hoarse and trembling. I grin at her and gently stroke her cheek.