Of course I like you broken. You all go through *so* much bullshit as women, with life slowly molding you into creepy little emotional athletes; by the time you get to me, you’re finely tuned fuck-up-machines who need the right kind of man to work you out and keep your twisted minds spinning in place. I enjoy being that kind of man.
If it helps, think of me as the psychic equivalent of a gymnastics coach. Only less sexually abusive.