Absolute submission

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As one would expect, Ami laid in bet, all alone crying ugly. Too shocked from her world coming crumbling down to chase after Haruto as he hastily made his departure. Poor guy thought he'd done her a favor by giving her a singular (1) night of heaven, before letting her fall with no safety net. Of course, no good deed goes unpunished. With all the good intentions in the world, Haruto's will didn't translate well through his actions. Ami felt used, betrayed, but most of all, Worthless.

"Fuck him!" She sobbed into her pillow. Suddenly, all the shit Haruto had made Ami do over the past months seemed a whole less alright. Parade her naked on the beach, telling her she looked like a boy? What the hell was up with that? He's a sick weirdo who doesn't deserve love, especially not hers!
The breakup opened her emotional floodgates, finally letting her see things somewhat clearly without the skewed perspective of affection and obsession. She felt so stupid to have let herself be controlled like that. Manipulated into complying with his perverted bidding. Her despair turned to sadness and sorrow, then frustration, and finally anger. That pussy just HAD to leave immediately, probably too scared to hear her two cents. Well, too bad for him! She still had his phone number, and he most likely hadn't thought to block her yet. It was about time her thoughts got heard. Not just Haruto's narrative. She'd kept her head down long enough, always being the subservient, never truly voicing her complaints or telling him no. No more! This final word belonged to her, she'd earned it.

Wiping her teary eyes, Ami frantically looked for her phone. Should she call him? No. She'd fail miserably. She might be angry, upset and making a stand for herself, but the fact that she struggled with talking remained. She'd merely be a stuttering mess. Text message it is. Probably for the best. He might be busy running with his tail between his legs to take her call anyway.

For the first time in a very, very, VERY long time, Ami felt empowered. Finally free from the shackles of what could only be considered an abusive, one way relationship, she could finally breathe. Now, to transfer that empowerment into words for Haruto to read. Ami sat hunched over her phone at the edge of her bed, her face still red from her tears. Her face displayed an uncharacteristically serious expression. That seriousness and determination was reflected further through her body language and posture.
Right as her fingers were about to tap the first letters of "Fuck you", an unimaginable pain flared up in her thigh. The more she tried to type out her heartfelt confession of anger, the more intense the pain got. The sting eventually rendered her crippled, unable to even muster the strength in her fingers to hold on to her phone, causing it to drop to the hardwood floor.

Ami couldn't help but moan out in anguish. She clutched her legs tightly to her chest, trying to bear the pain.
Eventually it subsided, and along with it, all the resolve and will power she'd had just moments prior. She didn't even have any recollection of having been angry in the first place. The only lingering feelings were those of despair and abandonment. What was she doing again? Right! The phone!

Ami leapt for her phone, lifting it with shaky hands. Once more she sat on the edge of her bed, phone in hand, trying to formulate a message for Haruto. This time however, her whole aura had shifted. Her burning fury replaced with the usual meekness. With uneasy fingers, Ami's first words were neither "fuck you", nor "Go to hell".

Please! You don't have to do this! I know I'm not enough. It's understandable that you desire a proper girl. Someone who's not worthless, like me. But that doesn't mean you have to toss me aside either! I'm satisfies just being by your side. I'll do anything. I'll keep sending photos. I don't even want the money. I can be your dog! You don't even have to consider me human, I'll gladly sit on the floor if it means I get to be by your side. You can let your girlfriend in on it too! I don't care! Just don't leave me!"

She also attached an image of herself wholeheartedly submitting to Haruto, looking completely defeated on the floor with her dog-collar on.

To her surprise, Haruto responded immediately. It was brief, but the impact it had was enormous.

"Fine. But NEVER forget your place, bitch."

The end