The soft feel of metal against my cheek, stroking lovingly, against the submissive skin. It gives and pulls and stretches to obey; as I kneel to the cold floor stinging the flesh of my knees, the wall slick by my back. The flesh ripping from the pain, becoming two. The wine flows from the wound and I drink, teeth gnashing, cheeks hollowing for more.
And I am once again whole, your beatings forgotten in this unholy moment.