I sat alone, watching, waiting. I watched as the shady person made his deal and receded back into the shadows. I watched as the homeless man begged for change and got nothing but foul looks instead. I watched as the night grew darker and darker as the scum of the city grew thicker and thicker. aI watched as the flamboyant women deceive the married men, the acts could be heard outside the hotel. I listened as the gunshots popped and fired at times in the night and I waited for the sirens to follow. I shivered as the night grew colder and colder, but I could feel the eyes of some beast watching me like prey. I closed my eyes and waited to be consumed by the night. Girls like me go missing all the time, anyway. I woke up harnessed into a restraint that held my legs up by my neck. I was somewhere dark. The smell of death enveloped me, and suddenly I was numb. I was going to die. I heard the trudging footsteps of a large person--Clunk, clunk, clunk down what sounded like stairs. The loud click of the switch brought on the flickering of the lights. As they stabilized, he came towards me. All around me were the decomposing bodies of pretty girls, just like me. The funny thing was, the bodies hadn’t a scratch on them, but there were pools of blood everywhere. All my hair had been cut off, just like the other bodies. I was totally naked, not like the others. He came up to me, and admired me with his twisted face. The look of insane desire swarmed across him as he ran his fingers through my new hair-do. This was the look of a mad man. He began to grope at all parts of my body, running his aged hands over every inch of me. He breathed down my neck and kissed at it, drawing up multiple hickies. He unzipped his pants and revealed his uncut glory. He willed it into my mouth, with little trouble. Little to his knowledge, this was probably more erotic for me than it was for him. He shoved the whole thing down into my throat, causing me to gag profusely. It only excited him more. He played with my womanhood drawing me nearly to orgasm, but slapped me before I could. He mauled me, nearly. My whole body ached with bruises and scratches. He whipped me until my hide was red like a sunburn. He went back to groping at me and started to take me. He wasn’t gentle with it, just the way I like it. His thrusts made loud slaps against me, and his moaning just as loud. He inserted his finger into my mouth and I massaged it slowly in my mouth. I watched as the twisted face of madness grew to pleasure, and waited in heat as he finished as I did. I watched as he cut me open, draining the life out of me, unlike the other girls. I wept as I knew it was the end, and as my life faded out of me, he took me again and again, until it was all over. I waited as the white turned to black, and it was over. Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2ut97s/stockholm_syndrome_bdsadism
I think there’s a formatting issue.
> Fixed the crap formatting I sat alone, watching, waiting. I watched as the shady person made his deal and receded back into the shadows. I watched as the homeless man begged for change and got nothing but foul looks instead. I watched as the night grew darker and darker as the scum of the city grew thicker and thicker. aI watched as the flamboyant women deceive the married men, the acts could be heard outside the hotel. I listened as the gunshots popped and fired at times in the night and I waited for the sirens to follow. I shivered as the night grew colder and colder, but I could feel the eyes of some beast watching me like prey. I closed my eyes and waited to be consumed by the night. Girls like me go missing all the time, anyway. I woke up harnessed into a restraint that held my legs up by my neck. I was somewhere dark. The smell of death enveloped me, and suddenly I was numb. I was going to die. I heard the trudging footsteps of a large person–Clunk, clunk, clunk down what sounded like stairs. The loud click of the switch brought on the flickering of the lights. As they stabilized, he came towards me. All around me were the decomposing bodies of pretty girls, just like me. The funny thing was, the bodies hadn’t a scratch on them, but there were pools of blood everywhere. All my hair had been cut off, just like the other bodies. I was totally naked, not like the others. He came up to me, and admired me with his twisted face. The look of insane desire swarmed across him as he ran his fingers through my new hair-do. This was the look of a mad man. He began to grope at all parts of my body, running his aged hands over every inch of me. He breathed down my neck and kissed at it, drawing up multiple hickies. He unzipped his pants and revealed his uncut glory. He willed it into my mouth, with little trouble. Little to his knowledge, this was probably more erotic for me than it was for him. He shoved the whole thing down into my throat, causing me to gag profusely. It only excited him more. He played with my womanhood drawing me nearly to orgasm, but slapped me before I could. He mauled me, nearly. My whole body ached with bruises and scratches. He whipped me until my hide was red like a sunburn. He went back to groping at me and started to take me. He wasn’t gentle with it, just the way I like it. His thrusts made loud slaps against me, and his moaning just as loud. He inserted his finger into my mouth and I massaged it slowly in my mouth. I watched as the twisted face of madness grew to pleasure, and waited in heat as he finished as I did. I watched as he cut me open, draining the life out of me, unlike the other girls. I wept as I knew it was the end, and as my life faded out of me, he took me again and again, until it was all over. I waited as the white turned to black, and it was over.
Thanks. Idk what happened, why it did that.
It’s probably because you copied and pasted it from somewhere where the first line of each paragraph was indented.