Born into a fanatic religious home, I was the bad seed they tried to fix. Words meant nothing to me. They tried to beat the sin out of me, but my flesh just adapted to the pain. Simple beatings stopped working, and them had found heavier, more creative punishments just to make me beg for mercy. ​My Addiction: In a twisted way, their plan succeeded. The suffering worked, and I became the "good", sinless 18-year-old boy they wanted. But they left a permanent scar on my mind. My sin is gone, but my dark obsession with punishment is here for the rest of my life. I need the pain that cleansed me. I have an uncontrollable urge to be humiliated, controlled, and completely degraded. Don't be gentle with my soft body. Just use me.