Stereotypes Reversed

No More Pain

Jace stood stock still as he listened to the drunken raging of his wife, Georgia.

She had come home from work angry again, her eyes heavy from exhaustion as she had worked late hours.

Jace knew if he went into the room she would act out and hurt him, again. He had just healed from his last beating and wasn't wanting to nurse anymore bruises. His fingers traced over the scars on his abdomen from the last incident.

Before Jace could walk away from the door it was flung open and Georgia stood in a bra and shorts, her hair tied into a loose, messy bun. Her eyes bloodshot and wild as she swayed in the doorway, taking in the sight of her husband. A grin formed on her face as she looked him over.

"Come here, whore." Her words slurred so much she seemed to be speaking another language.

Jace flinched at the insult, gripping the bottom of his shirt tightly. "No.." He shuddered as he felt rage come off of his wife in thick waves. Her already irritated eyes flaring with anger.

"Excuse me? Would you like to repeat that for me, bitch?" Georgia stepped forward and grabbed the front of Jace's shirt, yanking him into the bedroom when he shook his head, refusing to speak.

"Repeat it!" Jace felt her fist connect with his gut, knocking the air out of his lungs. He could hear Georgia giggle as she watched him gasp and hold his abdomen.

Georgia yanked on Jace's hair, pulling the man up by his dark locks. Her grin turning to a sneer as she launched her fist into her husbands stomach again, mocking him as tears streaked down his cheeks and he cried out in pain.

"Beg for it to stop you little skank!" Her voice raised to a shout as the man curled up on the floor, whimpering and crying out in pain.

His voice came out strangled and broken, "P-please.! Make it stop! I-it h-hurts.!"

His begging continued until his voice became a soft murmur, his pleas drowned out by the shouting of Georgia and the sounds of her fists against his body.

His limbs became numb and a dull throbbing pain followed each hit as he lay on the floor, taking the abuse.

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Jace limped towards his cubicle, trying to hide his pain with a fake smile, several of his male coworkers watched him with pity in their eyes and fear in their hearts.

His thoughts clouded with anger and fear as he recalled the night before. The pain in his abdomen reminded him of every fist fall delivered by his lover, his wife. Tears clouded his vision as the feeling of helplessness washed over him.

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Jace stood in the bathroom stall, a blade in his left hand, positioned at his forearm, he slowly slid the blade up his arm, watching as blood spilled from the wound. A small grimace took over his features as the blade sliced through his veins. This pain was nothing compared to the pain Georgia inflicted on him. This pain was good, this pain would fix everything.

Blood dripped onto the white tiles as Jace placed the blade in his opposite hand, repeating the slicing motion along his other arm.

Soon his vision darkened, tears flooded over his cheeks and a sense of calm took over his body as he slid down the wall of the bathroom stall, a smile taking over his features as he felt himself slip away into unconsciousness.

No more pain..

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