Post by Alexia on May 31, 2003 23:39:39 GMT -5
She could feel the massive forearm across her neck as she lay gasping for air, wondering when the darkness and final bliss would arrive. How many times before had she waited for this? The first time it had scared her so badly she’d almost wet herself. But now, years later, there was no more fear when it came to this part…only the anticipation of when that blessed moment would arrive and she would black out. He would give up then and leave her battered body there sprawled on the bed, half naked.
Maybe it was time she do something before it was really too late. Over the years he was getting so much worse. He wasn’t satisfied with just a few slaps or mild blows…no it was the real stuff that turned him on. The slaps had turned into blows so violent that quite often now she could feel the ribs cracking beneath her tender flesh. The tiny finger welts had been replaced by ugly, darkened bruises that her makeup couldn’t hide anymore. And now, every time she tasted her own blood she hated him that much more.
Yet, he was always so gentle afterwards, once he’d see the tears…the pain….the humiliation. But recently even that was dwindling. Now instead of taking her into his arms and consoling her as he used to, he would sit there and justify what he was doing. It was her fault…she had provoked it. How ironic that someone who pledged such a profound love would show it in such a disgustingly cruel manner. Was this love?
But tonight would be the last time. Tonight she would leave this wretched being who thrived on the power it gave him to see someone begging for his mercy. She would no longer subject her body, her mind nor her soul to someone as undeserving as him. This time would be the last time she would wait for her blessed darkness. Oh God thank you….the darkness is coming….it’s coming…it’s here….it’s……..
Alexia
2003
Maybe it was time she do something before it was really too late. Over the years he was getting so much worse. He wasn’t satisfied with just a few slaps or mild blows…no it was the real stuff that turned him on. The slaps had turned into blows so violent that quite often now she could feel the ribs cracking beneath her tender flesh. The tiny finger welts had been replaced by ugly, darkened bruises that her makeup couldn’t hide anymore. And now, every time she tasted her own blood she hated him that much more.
Yet, he was always so gentle afterwards, once he’d see the tears…the pain….the humiliation. But recently even that was dwindling. Now instead of taking her into his arms and consoling her as he used to, he would sit there and justify what he was doing. It was her fault…she had provoked it. How ironic that someone who pledged such a profound love would show it in such a disgustingly cruel manner. Was this love?
But tonight would be the last time. Tonight she would leave this wretched being who thrived on the power it gave him to see someone begging for his mercy. She would no longer subject her body, her mind nor her soul to someone as undeserving as him. This time would be the last time she would wait for her blessed darkness. Oh God thank you….the darkness is coming….it’s coming…it’s here….it’s……..
Alexia
2003
