Campbell StevensThe c***k on the ceiling is fighting to make its way to the corner. It’s almost there.
Argh! My eyes scrunch tightly closed with the sudden pain I feel resonating through my body. It’s sharp, acute, horrifying pain. t*****e. No! Why is this happening?
Why won’t it end?
He’s on me. I can hear it. The grunts. The slapping skin. My sobs, heart-rending sobs. Begging, desperate pleas falling on deaf ears. He doesn’t care, and he is not going to stop. He is going to take everything I have, everything I am. When he’s done, there will be nothing left. I know it.
I want the numb oblivion. I need the black hole to take me away. Where is the buzzing in my ears? Where is my vast sea of nothingness? I can’t survive this.
Sobs rack my body, so painful that the pressure in my chest
