If your lover is sadistic, does that make you masochist? That question constantly ran thru your head as you lay next to him at night.
People who were around you warned you, but you didn't heed the warning. You were one of the very few who understood the way he gave affection to people. His sadistic ways showed affection nonetheless, or so you thought.
You watched as the snow fell from the grey Russian sky, to the cold Russian ground. "It's so cold da."
"yes." You replied and continued to stare out the window.
He smiled as he looked over your face with utter love. Cuts and bruises were scattered around your face, and they were just the few displays of affection. Reaching over you, his clove clad hand ran along your latest wound, which you had received when you fell down the stairs.
His eyes glinted with sadism as he forcefully grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He made sure to grab you tight enough to leave a bruise on your once fine skin. Slowly, he brought your face to his and placed a rough kiss onto your lips.
He gave you a look of lust, before standing up to walk to the bedroom. You looked at him, stood and followed, for if you didn't soon, you knew he would punish you.