Rough and shouting. She jumps through, rags of sky bound round her, misleading a ‘smooth’ body. Fine razors spread over limbs set in as she pins my wrists; restraint. Skin to skin, blood begins to leak from contact of our bodies. A wicked smile keeps me aware of her torturously tempting intentions for me, aware of my painstaken state I do not call out. Drawn in, I was by the calling of her evil essence; desperation to know what was next.
I pound against her tiny stature, sure I could break right through with powerful limbs; her expression jested, she felt my fear – loved it. She teased with the inflictions of pain; ground her thighs to my hips. Too much blood, I was sure. Panic stricken, I thrashed in her grip, rubbing my flesh to hers; grating mine away. The bones and veins of my wrist becoming clear above my head.
My eyes, wide with terror as hers dilated with pleasure watching me scream and shout and growl. Sounds rotting in my throat as it grew raw from agony of voices’ volume. She began to scare as my calls of desperation where heard...
She began to flee. The world would name me crazy, wrapping my bloody hands round hers I dug my nails deep into her flesh; she let out a yelp of retort as weakness became her own.
