It was 7 am on a Monday when Annalise sits on her cubicle drawing little blood from her most recent cut wound. She always leaves early for work to avoid her drunkard and abusive fiancée. As much as she tries avoiding her fiancée, his words always stuck in her mind.
"No, don't touch me! Please Jason I don't want you to touch me." Jason threw her to the nearest wall, grabs an empty beef bottle and swings it to the direction of her head. Annalise closes her eyes while covering her head. He missed... thank goodness the fucktard missed. However, the shattered glass manages to make a few cuts on her left arm. Blood. Annalise calms down when she sees her scarlet red drop that has always been her friend. With fury Jason snarled at her, "Annalise, you are going to marry me, you ungrateful bitch. You are stupid if you think other man would like a broken slut like you!" and with that final word, Jason drags her to the nearest couch and tries to rape her and failed.
Annalise snaps out of her flashback and fresh tears rolls out of her eyes. She puts back her engagement ring to her left ring finger after looking at it disgustedly for a few seconds. She wipes her tears and cut the skin under her arms. Twelve... twelfth cut within the past 3 days. Pain and the sight of blood always makes her feel better.
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My Boss' Love Story
Короткий рассказJ.J. Rousseau said, "Man (and women) is born free, and everywhere he (and she) is in chains." I say, " It's because being chained feels good. Try ropes and cable ties. Chances are both genders would like that, too" As usual, I hope you enjoy the sto...
