The pain the bruises brought excited him as he touched my black and blue skin. The Abuse had carried on for too long, and both he and I knew this fact. Even as I cried at his feet, begging him not to hurt me any longer, a tear fell from the corner of his eye as he repeated his apology over and over. He would not bring himself to stop this pain he inflicted upon me. He enjoyed this game of hit and run. Somehow it fulfilled his life where holes had been eradicated, someway somehow..