I stepped into the glorious darkness. My eyes, they adjusted quickly.
Dim light seeped through the curtains, just enough to light up his beautiful face.
He slid his arms around my waist, gently nipping at my neck.
His chest warmed me, relaxed me.
I was there for him.
His eyes locked upon my lips. He yearned for a kiss.
But I would not let him.
Not yet.
He had to be patient. Wasn't I worth waiting for?
His fingertips grazed my cheek. His skin was so soft.
Piece by piece, he shed his dirty clothes. I joined him.
The cold air pierced at my skin.
It burned.
I fell onto his water bed, struggling hard to whether the storm.
I slithered backwards towards the pillows. My head banged the wall.
He crawled towards me as if he were a tiger stalking his prey.
He laid his weight on my chest. I took a breath.
When we met, so gently, I flinched. The bed waved like an ocean.
I clawed at his back.
He had an idea.
He took hold of my ankles, raised them up to his head.
My knees bent over his shoulders. I whined with pain.
He pushed, harder and harder. My cries came louder.
My hands squeezed his hips.
I tried to push him back.
He ripped my hands from his body, diving his fingernails into my flesh.
My wrists slammed onto the bed.
My hair got tangled in his grasp.
His body leaned closer and closer. Tears ran down my cheek.
He pushed. My knees dug into my chest, scrapping at my ribs.
I cried. My screams filled the house.
No one was there to hear.
Deeper and deeper he dug. I pushed against him, trying to break free.
My teeth latched onto his shoulder. The pain didn't bother him.
He yanked my hair one last time.
My last tear fell.
He shoved me aside like a used rag.
I snatched up my dirty clothes.
Somehow, they had become cleaner than I.
I stormed from the house, vowing never to see his face again.
The only thing he left me with were bruises. |
Submission Name: Bruises
