My breasts throbbed and so did my insides as he rammed deeper an deeper regardless of how many times he had came inside me. I had lost count.
Punishing me for something he himself couldn’t understand.
I had begged. Pleaded. But it didn’t matter. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer with every thrust, until I thought I might break.
It was relentless. Bruising. He had no mercy, no restraint. He wanted to take. And I let him. Cause that’s all a vulnerable woman like me could do.
The bed creaked beneath us, but it wasn’t enough. His rage spilled out. We crashed onto the floor, then the couch, until I was pressed against the cold glass of the window. My skin seared from the icy touch of the pane. Yet he only pressed harder.
Pain is the price of betrayal, they say.
And I was payin
