Dear ears,
I'm sorry you had to hear all of the nasty words and sentences that leave his mouth. It seems like he constructs them so just to make me feel guilty. To make it seem like what happened was my fault. You're falling for it, aren't you? It is my fault. I know that. Why does he have to rub it in? He convinces you not to utter a single word about it. Again, you fall for it. He persuades you, willing you to enjoy the 'moment' that we're having but how can I?!
He thinks the dirty comments he mutters into you are alluring; he thinks they turn me on but they do the opposite. He thinks my cries are out of pleasure but they are not. He thinks my screams are out of ecstasy but they are not. I am sickened. I am horrified. I am revolted by the fact that he thinks so.
I said no so why won't he listen?!
YOU ARE READING
EPHEMERAL
Short Story[ inspired by twirlingwands' 'pithy' ] SHE WAS SORRY FOR THE INFLICTION DONE TO HER TEMPLE, THOUGH IT WAS NOT HER FAULT.
