“I can just kill you anytime; don’t forget it,” I hear through the black fog that now engulfs me, and I believe you. Pain, fear, and humiliation. I am proud of myself because I have finally found the right man.
My approach now has to be carefully planned, and I can’t afford to make any mistakes. Your hand shoots forward, and a juicy slap lands on my cheek. When I step out of the shower, you’re standing in the middle of the room. You fuck me out of your mind and stare into my face. “Yes,” I say quietly, because I’m slowly running out of air. “Go and get me the whore. It would be better if you didn’t disappoint me. Is that clear?” You are already squeezing the air out of me slowly as your hand, resting loosely on my throat, presses me against the wall. Your hand shoots forward, and a juicy slap lands on my cheek. I try to do something about it, even though I know how pointless it is.
