A pleasurable intrusion became his godly success. For every flick of his poisoned tongue over the virginal lips below a little lady’s secret enamored his hunger. There were no rules for the bottom, but a connected fist on the cheek for a scream and an unfazed drill for a whimper. Every sound should only cause a satisfied moan or there would be death.
When he could not find any flesh around the village, he entered my sole, safe hearth. “Asleep yet, darlin’?” I clutched my mother’s comforter to my soft body. “Are you scared, darlin’?”
I had wondered before how tingling fears and hollow tears tasted, but I met them tonight. Fabric tears, blood, smoke breaths and hallucinations painted lunacy on the once empty canvas. I hoped the burning stars outside my window could write the nightmares I would live from tonight because I could not.
I heard his zipper’s sound and when I looked at my father, he flashed a proud grin—a breakthrough.
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