And there I sat, whimpering like a child, there the tears trickled, poured down from my eyes, as he stood before me craving more, as he stood knife in hand figuratively creating a plan for my natural demise, the skull that would burn within me, the life my body would be forced to carry if he had his way. He would, I could do nothing but scream my frustration forward, I could do nothing but cower in myself. His hands touched skin and I burned, I burned. Fight back fight back. Over and over. Again and again. Move kick scream, run. Anything. But nothing registered nothing became me, nothing took flight. I was drifting wounded before contact, soiled before mastery took place. And I stood against the wall, pinned for lack of better description, struggle, run, scream, pray God save me, God stop this! God where are you! Calling hearing nothing calling seeing nothing calling falling from the floor after a failed attempt at life, falling to the bed after a failed attempt at running, stripped vilely of all that covered the flesh and ripped at for penetration to react, God…wouldn’t let this happen! Xander! Anyone, mouth covered by hand. Body broken, intruded, invaded, enclosed. Pain burning pain and all I could do was shake. Out of body I looked down on myself watched the flesh sullen itself, watched the eyes melt within mine for all that he wished to create, all he took, all he would take.
And there they entered a savor in fury, to late. A savor always to late. Crawl away, move away shelter myself, couldn’t shelter myself. Hid the nakedness of my flesh and cried in silent ways to everything I thought I was. Everything I was meant to be, and everything that would no longer fit to the mold I would soon become. A savor touching skin, run, fight, wait he would never hurt me. He would never take me, he would never-run. Cower. Again. And again. Cower.
There was nothing left of the so-called protector. Flesh met flesh and she couldn’t save herself.