she is a girl. a small girl with arms the width of weakness. when she stretches the slightest, her ribs show beneath her thin, translucent skin.
he is on top of her, beside her and behind her. above her but never below her. he is taking all the power she has, leaving her suffocating in nothing but her own insecurities. he is taking all the worth she have spent her lifetime building.
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her apart as she tries to collect the broken pieces of her beauty.
his words are cold and sharp. cutting her like a knife, twisting the reality she thought she knew. his fists are hard and intentional. the bruises left behind on her beaten skin are a painting of his anger. his weight is suffocating and heavy. his pleasure is her pain.
his power is her nightmare. haunting her as she can only seem to remember her faults.
