Torture and Validation

The torture; The gut-wrenching terror that seeps into every pore in my being The twists of the knife that pierces my heart. The rush he gets when he sees the tortured look on my pretty face; The validation he feels is sickening to say the least. Nothing pleases him more; The slow and painful throbbing seems to grow His betrayal is the worse than the torture He said he loves me That I was his everything and he would be there for me. Now that I'm gone; Is the validation still there? Has the rush died away? Or has it just begun?