Stories to tell with the lights on

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Sitting in the dank motel room, she kicks her legs back and forth off the edge of the bed. Staring at the Ill patterned carpet, she tries not to think of what's to come in the next few moments.

How did I get here? Replays over and over in her sedated head, such a pretty girl with an ugly life

The toilet flushes and the faint sound of a leaky faucet echos in the empty room.

Taking time to admire himself in the mirror once more before he claimed his prize, he grinned in the mirror in satisfaction. Taking his cold twig like fingers, he raked through his wet black hair and continued to stare at his tight lipped grin.

The feeling of sin tingles up his spine and shoots a rageful jolt of energy throughout his scrawny body, enhancing the sinister gaze reflecting in his distant blue eyes.

The gray fluorescent light flickering on and off created an eerie atmosphere that could be felt by his female acquaintance in the next room.

Her heart pounds as the door knob jiggles and opens swiftly. Continuing to feel the liquor poison her blood, she raises her head slowly to meet the beady eyes staring back at her.

Her heart pounds loudly and her Snow White skin is flustered like never before, the familiar ache in her belly seeped once again out of the pillars of her broken heart. Smelling the stench of Marlboro and cheap vodka, the two of them stare blankly at each other with different expectations for one another.

His heart beats with excitement as he tugs on his thick leather belt that was long over due for disposal, as he walks to his fresh young bride. The stained wifebeater that disgustingly clung to his body was the next article the narcissistic man had yet to remove.

The faded colored tattoos of skulls, women's names, and cheaply made roses cause an itch of regret to form throughout her body.

How many more times could she really do this?

As he stopped in front of her, she looked up at him with red rageful retinas, yet the hate she had in her heart for him only fueled his actions even more. Smiling with a toothy grin he takes an index finger and traces the her body from her temple, to her large chests that were now beginning to make her self conscious.

Knowing that this is what caught his eye in the first place, she wishes she wore a less revealing top.

Oddly she allows him continue to his snake like affections on her bruised body.

She's only here for one reason, and that's all. As the urge to think, feel, and leave this Godforsaken motel begin to marinate in her subconscious, she takes the hand that traced her green bruise and placed it in her mouth to add to his pleasure.

Furious with her sudden display of confidence he slaps her porcelain face, leaving another bruise to her young frame.

That's not why he came here. If he wanted someone to respond positively to his antics he would have stayed with his favorite toys at the gas station.

This one was different.

This girl was going to be his outlet tonight. Of all the people who tormented, harassed, and looked down on him, she was going to be the first person that was going to respect him.

Nothing but obedience was ought to come out of the little girl in his eyes, she was only a tool for recovery with him.

Roughly grabbing her wirey blonde hair, he makes her stare at him in the eyes. Waiting for a tinge of fear to strain through her blue eyes, he was met with none. She has died so many times on the inside, a crude physical attack was only a small fraction of her concern.