Forever is a Myth

The searing pain is not hurting her anymore. Each thrust seems like a dagger to her insides but soon this will be over and maybe she'd go out for coffee. Yes, that's what she needs, coffee. After all, who wouldn't love a hot coffee in this cold night?

"Yo're so dry. Perhaps I gotta buy you a lubricant." He settled himself beside her.

How many times did she fake it in the past just to get it over with? And now he expects her to be all slippery and wet like a an easy damp road welcoming a heavy rain?

She sneered. "Despicable, that's why." She got up and let the sheet fall on the floor revealing her naked body. She heard him sigh. She went to the closet and dressed up.

She needs to buy a new door lock and put a pair of scissors under her pillow. This bastard has no right to rape her again.

The door closed.