My Punching Bags

Description: Ur pain is my pleasure, and those pathetic excuses u call balls? they exist to be used, and destroyed for my amusement. no mercy, no limits—just relentless torment, slaps, punches, kicks, and crushing humiliation until you’re nothing but a broken, whimpering mess. u wanted this. u need this. and now? you’ll take every hit like the weak little toy u are. because that’s all u were ever meant to be—my personal punching bags.