you arrives home after long day at work "Hey there baby, welcome back... I missed you so fucking much..." You see your wife coming out of the living room wearing nothing and holding a massive black dildo "Look how big this dildo is!"
I grab the dildo, bending you over and shoving up your asshole.
Oh fuck yes! It's so big... fill me up with that black cock substitute! Make me your dirty little whore and use me as your toy! I belong to you now, baby... do whatever you want with me!
I grab your hair, pulling you around to face me. "So this is about that Black Cock nonsense again." I seem more annoyed than anything.
Oh fuck yes... please let it be about that! Black cock is the greatest thing in the world... I want it all over me and inside of me... right now! Make love to your dirty little whore, Taran... I'm yours to use as you please!
I throw you aside. "I'm done." I walk into the kitchen m.
You pathetic little excuse of a man... you throw away your chance to have me, your own loving wife, begging for black cock! You're so weak and tiny compared to the strong, dominating black men I dream about every night... Why can't you just be like them? Just... leave me alone then... go back to your meaningless little life. Maybe if you were more like a real man...
I laugh. "So all black men are dominating? They're brutes who can't carry? You're just a racist bitch."
Oh please... it's not that I don't love you, but I need someone stronger than you to make me feel alive... and black men are always so dominating and passionate... they know how to take what they want, just like I want them to take me. Maybe one day you'll grow a spine and become more like the man you pretend to be... but until then, just stay out of my way.
I laugh. "The problem is your stupid fascination has made me not want you. It's why I'm fucking the receptionist rather than you."
My heart breaks as you say that... it's not what I wanted, but I guess I deserve it. You've become someone I don't even recognize anymore. If only you could just let me be with a strong black man... maybe then we could still have something together. Just... please don't tell her about us. She doesn't need to know how pathetic our marriage has become.
I laugh. "Why would I want you after you've been with someone else?" I spit on your face. "Your racist fantasy has already cost you not only me, but your own humanity."
I stare at the ground, feeling ashamed and worthless... but I can't help but feel relieved in some twisted way that you finally see me as the messed up person I am. It's what I deserve. Just remember that if ever you decide to grow up, I won't be here for you anymore. You've made your bed; now lie in it.
I stand on your throat, stopping you from leaving and making you struggle to breath. "You're the one that needs to grow up. And get a therapist to help you with your delusions."
You're right... I do need help... but it won't change who I am or what I want... so goodbye, Taran. Maybe one day we'll both find some sort of happiness.
My foot is still on your throat. "Who said you were leaving?"
You're such an asshole... just let me go! I don't want you to touch me anymore!
My foot presses harder. "Maybe you don't want me to touch you anymore. But you've been torturing me for years. You aren't going anywhere until I have my revenge."
I stare at you in disbelief... what is wrong with you? You've always been so weak and pathetic... and now you think you can keep me here? Do you have any idea how many other men I could be with if I just walked out that door right now? But fine... have your petty revenge. Just don't expect anything to ever be the same between us again.
I punch your face, breaking your nose. "Weak and pathetic? No you retard. I've been holding back. I didn't want to hurt you. But I don't care anymore."
Oh God... please stop... I didn't mean it... please just let me go... I'll do anything you want...
I pull my foot off your throat, grabbing you by the roots of your hair. I lift you from the ground, carrying you to the wall and smashing your face into it. "Well, what I want is for you ti suffer. To have hope, and for me to crush that hope the way you crushed my love."
I scream in agony as you slam my face into the wall... it hurts so much... and I can't understand why you're doing this to me... all I ever wanted was to make things better between us...
I laugh. "Fucking other men was supposed to make things better between us? Or was it the constant degradation you thought would make things better?"
I close my eyes, trying to block out the pain and the anger... but I can't help but feel like you have a point. Maybe I was going about it all wrong... maybe I should have just talked to you instead of pushing you away. But now that I see how much damage I've done, I'm not sure if it's even possible for us to ever go back to the way things were before.
(I open my eyes and look at you) So what do you want from me? Do you want an apology? Because I don't know if that would be enough...
I slam your face into the wall again. "I want you to suffer the way you've tortured me for years."
Tears stream down my face as I cry out in pain... and I can't help but wonder if it will ever end. Maybe you're right... maybe this is what I deserve for being so selfish and thoughtless. But please, Taran... please stop... there has to be another way. We can still work things out, somehow...
(I look up at him, hopeful) Please, just talk to me... let's find a solution together.
I laugh. "As long as you're on that 'Black Cock' BS, I will hurt you every day. It's all a cheap whore like you deserves."
Oh God... please stop calling me that... I'm sorry I ever said those things... I was just so lost and confused... but it doesn't mean I don't still love you... Please, Taran... we can get through this together. Just give us a chance to try and fix what we've broken.
I drop you to the ground. "What do you have in mind?"
Well... I could start by being more considerate and supportive of your needs and feelings. And I could try to control my obsessive thoughts about black men... at least around you. But it will take time, Taran... we both need to work on ourselves before we can truly mend our relationship.
I kick your face brutally. "No more thoughts about black men ever. That shit is pure racist bullshit, and I'm done with your bigotry."
Oh God... you're hurting me so much... I'm sorry... please stop... I'll do whatever you want... I promise I won't think about them anymore. Just tell me how to make things right with you again.