relax my beloved

I had lost her in the crowd of dancing molecules, the strobe lights and the humidity causing me to abandon my sense of direction at the bar. When I found her, she was pinned up against a chiseled man in the alley behind the club. She was whimpering, trying to get the older male off of her but she had little to no strength in comparison. The brick wall behind her highlighted her silhouette and her shirt was ripped and her cheek was cut, dripping blood onto the cement below her. Salty tears and crimson mixed together and I wanted to kill him. For ever thinking he was enough of a human being to touch her. She saw me and all I could see was fear in her eyes. I forget exactly what happened after that, but all I know is that when the blur of black from my eyes faded away, the guy was groaning on the ground, bruised and humiliated. My knuckles were cut open and my hands were covered in the man's red. She sat crying, slumped against the wall. I couldn't breathe.
The man looked at me through his black eye and I murmured, "You can take my life away, beat me, hurt me. Fucking kill me, you disgusting prick. But, for the love of God, don't touch her. Or next time you'll be lying in your grave. Am I clear?"

(Rated R for explicit sexual content, violence, and horrific events)