he returned one night, intoxicated out of his senses. and she took full advantage of him.
she tied his arms against their bed and waited until he awoke the next morning.
he begged her to let him go, confessed his love for her, threatened to murder her and tried to bite out of the rope.
but she forced him down, an animalistic desire to torture him coming over her. she reminded him of every throb, every bite of agony he made her feel. she showed him every scar he had given her and replicated it on his body.
she scrutinised every inch of him as he slowly came to terms with the beast he had created.
and she cackled;
for he, in this state, was her salvation.
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What He Was (✓)
Poetryhe was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04...
