My nostrils fill with earth and I cannot close my mouth. Sawing at the straps, he cuts wildly at the wires and brushes my nipples with the tip. He pulls off the garment lifting it just under his nose then takes a big whiff. I bite my lower lip careful not to cry out. He chuckles with pride, sneering at my wounds, and flexing his taught arm muscles. Its incessant pounding matches perfectly with the internal warfare I combat silently. “Fucking whore.”
Blue lights flicker and bounce of the trees. He shoves his foot forcefully against my spine knocking me back to the ground. He chuckles with pride, sneering at my wounds, and flexing his taught arm muscles. His nose wrinkles in disgust. Sawing at the straps, he cuts wildly at the wires and brushes my nipples with the tip. Gently grazing the lacerations with my fingertips, I feel my soft black locks matt and tangle from the pooling crimson.
