megalomanic

vii. silence

SILENCE.

She'd given up the only thing she had control over in her life.

Her body.

Safiya had given herself to a stranger without a second thought. Laid there and gave up her being so willingly she'd forgotten it had belonged to her.

Small pieces of him still lingered on her skin even after he had left,  and would die with her flesh. No amount of cleaning would remove his scent or make her forget the way his body felt against hers.

It was a suffocating, resentful feeling, though just as disgusting as it made her feel a disturbing urge to react their actions over and over and over again consumed her.

Her mind reminded her constantly of his touch, the way it lit up her skin like a warm winters' fire. She held back gasps and gentle moans every time flashbacks of their night wrapped in each other's scent crossed her mind.

Slowly she was sure she was falling apart and it was all his fault.

Kwang-fucking-Sun.

She knew a viper when she saw one, she knew the day she'd met him he was bad news, but ignorantly she disregarded her instinct and let the viper lure her into his trap waiting no time to attack her and devour her inch by inch.

That man was sinful, that man was devoted to ruining her and without protest or causing a scene she gave in. Hypnotized by his mesmerizing eyes, electrifying touch and gentle words. She realized that she knew men like Kwang-Sun, hell she grew up with men like him. Men willing and ready to suck a woman dry of all her value. Men determined to destroy at all costs. Her mother had been the type of woman that sinfully let them consume her, Safiya watched her father deprive her mother of everything yet she still kept him around. Still, let him devour her and when there was nothing left of her, he left. Left to go suck another well dry, to ruin another broken woman.

Safiya hated her mother for being weak and never wanted to be like her, never wanted a man to ingest her, never wanted to be a puppet, but it seemed as though the first chance she got she followed her mother's footsteps.

She hated Kwang-Sun, hated what he's done to her body, hated how good he made her feel, hated how incomplete she felt without his touch. She hated everything about him, but wanted all of him simultaneously. Some strange primal instincts in her still kept her entangled in his web. Still kept her wishing for that fire once again to rise from within her and fill her up completely.

Her need was so intense it was never something Safiya knew she liked or needed. She never thought she'd yearn attention or wanted to be taken care of, and she absolutely never knew she'd crave for another human's touch.

But here she was sitting in her blackened room, lights off, air stiff, knees pressed into her chest as she sat still staring at her recently washed bedsheets reminded of sharp breaths, sweaty bodies, and pleasure she never knew possible.

She sat there considering his bizarre request.

"I know you wouldn't let me give up any money, so work for me. I'll pay you however much you need to take care of you and your daughter. Hell, you could live with me if you so chose as well. Consider my offer."

He left her with her thoughts, sweaty palms, and hopings of making love, or whatever they called it. Truthfully though, there was no love involved only two bodies conquering one another, trying to suppress emotions and release feelings they never met for the light to see.

She sat in—

SILENCE.