Close your eyes. It will be over in a moment.
Don’t think about the time, the pain searing between your legs as he thrusts. Smack, smack, smack against your hip bones like a feral dog. Don’t move. Don’t think about how this could be wrong. Just pretend. Only for a moment. Just give it a moment.
This is how you show him you love him. That you care. This is how you show your devotion. He will believe you after this. He won’t doubt you anymore.
Don’t listen to your head as it says, you thought this last time. Don’t feel the ache in your chest as your lungs burn with the need to scream, your eyes dry from wanting to burst away with tears. Pant, pant, pant, his breath leaks out hot against your cheek as you turn your face to look at the time, to look away from his preying eyes.
In, out, in, out, in, out, in. Thump, thump, thump, against your skin. You watch as the clock turns from 11:31 to 11:32 to 11:33. You don’t move. Thump, thump, thump, against your carcass as he grunts, as he sweats, as his hands claw sharp into your skin like a vulture. Leaving his mark. Say nothing. Be silent. Don’t distract him. Don’t think about the time.
Close your eyes. Just close your eyes. Just pretend. Only for a moment. Just give it a moment.
And a tear escapes, as you hope, as you pray, that the pain will end. That he will be finished. That he will love you then.
And it’s over as he hunches forward like a werewolf devouring flesh. As he spasms inside of you, slickens your reddened, scrapped walls with his exhausting release. As he kisses your neck, suddenly grateful for the body he’s pillaged beneath him. Twitch, twitch, twitch his shaft goes as he penetrates through your wall of self-worth.
And once again, you are his.
He rolls off you, finished with his meal as he scratches his warmed belly. And you shiver beside him, coated in his drying sweat, smelling of his sex-crazed scent. In. Out. Goes his slowing breath as the beast is settled for the night, drifting into a realm of sleep you don’t recognize anymore.
Just close your eyes. Just for a moment. Just ignore the pain throbbing between your thighs, the burning and bleeding. Just pretend that this is the last time. That it won’t happen tomorrow the way it happened today. The way it happened yesterday. And the day before. And before.
No. This is how you show him you love him. That you care. This is how you show your devotion. He will believe you after this.
He won’t doubt you anymore.