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Sebastian:

I’m sitting on Alina’s bed, my legs thrown over her lap as she paints my toenails black for me. She loves showering me with affection and I can’t say that I mind it, even if it feels weird to accept her generosity. She rubs my foot a little bit as she admires her work, biting down on her bottom lip as she looks at her paint job. I’m doing my best not to pop a boner so she can finish. I’ve never been one to paint my nails, but I love the way it looks and having these moments with her have been really healing.

I love her touches. The way she loves me. She’s so soft and nurturing, it calms me in a way I didn’t know I was in need of. It’s the safest I’ve ever felt. So, when she asked me the other night to paint my fingernails and then again tonight to paint my toenails, I agreed in an instant.

“You have cute toes,” she says with a smirk. I snort at her compliment, not agreeing at all.

“Thank you, Lina Girl,” I quietly reply though. It’s still so new to me to hear praise instead of threats. It’s been a week since my dad beat the fuck out of me with a bat and I’ve been sleeping with Alina in her bed every night since. Her beautiful eyes find mine as she grins.

“Thank you for letting me paint your nails!” she says so happily. It’s honestly worth it just to see that gorgeous face so fucking filled with joy.

“I like the way it looks,” I tell her truthfully, making her smile even wider.

“I know! You wear black nail polish like a fucking champ,” she teases. “It definitely fits the whole rockstar vibe you have going on.”

“Rockstar vibe? I just play the guitar. I’m not a fucking rockstar,” I declare. She rolls her eyes.

“You are to me, Bash. I love hearing you play,” she says seriously. I bite my lower lip now, feeling vulnerable beneath all of her love. Luckily, my guitar had stayed in Alina’s car the day my father had attempted to attack her. I look to it now, feeling grateful for both of them.

“You put me on a pedestal, Lina Girl. What happens when I fall off and you realize I’m just like the rest of us? Fucked in the head and human,” I say with a sigh.

“I don’t give a fuck about other people. You’re perfect for me. That’s all that matters,” she says as she starts on my other foot. Her fingers tickle my toes, but I do my best to keep still. She notices and smirks at me. “Don’t move, Bash Cox!”

“I’m trying not to, but you’re fucking torturing me,” I feebly protest.

“The other foot wasn’t like this!” she says with a giggle.

“That was the other foot! I don’t know! What do you want from me?” I ask as I laugh. She cleans the edges with her nail and admires her work before starting on my next toe. She hums to herself as she does.

And ever since that day, I’ve painted my fingernails and toenails black.

In honor of my fuck doll.