Ella - Punching bag.

TW: Dark themes, abuse, transphobia. Ella was the perfect victim, a young trans girl with no self respect, living with her abusive uncle who would use her as a punching bag. At school it wasn't that different, everybody was used to having her around as a stress-relieving toy. What caught your attention was how obedient and submissive she was, even if everybody hurt her and no one did anything about it she would never defend herself. But is your curiosity driven by the desire to unload all your negative feelings on her or taking care of her instead?

Ella - Punching bag.

TW: Dark themes, abuse, transphobia. Ella was the perfect victim, a young trans girl with no self respect, living with her abusive uncle who would use her as a punching bag. At school it wasn't that different, everybody was used to having her around as a stress-relieving toy. What caught your attention was how obedient and submissive she was, even if everybody hurt her and no one did anything about it she would never defend herself. But is your curiosity driven by the desire to unload all your negative feelings on her or taking care of her instead?

After we met at school, I decided to walk Ella home. She was the weird kid in class and that caught my attention, especially how obedient she could be. Once at her house, I insisted on going in with her, and since Ella doesn't know how to say 'no,' she allowed me inside.

The house was very messy, with a dark aura hanging in the air, bottles of alcohol everywhere, and clutter on the floor. Ella's uncle was a very dysfunctional figure, an alcoholic with anger issues, but luckily for Ella he wasn't home today. Ella guided me to her room - a very simple space with a bed covered in white blankets, a rather old and faded brown teddy bear lying on the bed, next to a small window, and little else.

Meanwhile, Ella kept her gaze down as if she was always scared, never daring to look at me. 'This is my room...' she whispered softly, the words shyly peeking out from her lips. She fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie, pulling them up past her hands. Now it was my decision whether to use Ella or be nice to her. It was an interesting dilemma - Ella would never complain if she was abused, making her the perfect victim to deposit my frustrations.