The Misproportions

"For all who were close to me,but consequences made us different"

shock is a surprising thing.

its the moment where all your scattered feelings leave you hollow, and your brain can't seem to function.

Hearing the echo of your own blood being pumped in your system. It doesn't matter to think, because your lost in the nothingness.

i am helpless, as am staring at the man who is just about to kill me.

"So responsive" memories from last night flash before me in pieces.

"Do you have any idea, how much i want to fuck you?"

He's too close, so close for my sanity.

Intoxicating.

More flashbacks.

"What's your name?" His voice is so husky

I kissed him, i might as well tell him my name "Linda" the name comes out of my mouth way too willingly.

He groans from just that. His hands squeeze my waist and dip inside my blouse.

oh god

"Are you scared of me?" He asks, his hand still inside my blouse.

stop this

"Y..yes" stammering, i answer him.

I am terrified of him, terrified i might die wanting this, terrified how weak i get when it comes to this.

His deep eyes never leaving mine for a second

"Good" he says as a matter of fact. As if he made up his mind

Instantly his hand dips inside my shorts.

My eyes almost come out of their sockets.

Right there, where no one has ever touched me before.

His piercing browns never leaving mine, he grabs my hand from his shoulder, slowly guiding it down between our bodies

Down, down...

I can't take it

I close my eyes and loose myself.