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“Do you have to be this difficult?” He grew impatient. “Haven’t I done everything in my power to please you? How about you forgive me for this minor issue?” “How do I do that? Even when I listen to your instructions, you grow intolerant of my behaviour,” I wanted him to understand that he was being ruthless to me. “Alright. Forgive me, love,” he tried to cajole me. “I take my words back. In all honesty, I liked what you did to me. Please do it more often.” “You bit me. If you liked it, you wouldn’t have ridiculed me,” I spat. “Furthermore, I feel like a pervert now. I fear that I will end up forcing myself upon you.” “Forcing yourself upon me? I would love to see that,” he responded. “If you could’ve done that before, I might’ve never gotten into an argument with you.” “Enough with t