Author Raul F. O.

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I Write Sins... Not Tragedies 25 - Dance Macabre

Her voice turned to noise, as she held me tight in her arms. This is what you want, isn’t it? Her voice turned raspy, her nails deep in the flesh of my back. I gasp for air. I try to pull myself out of her hands by crawling out of the bed, dragging on the sheets. Say you love me, she whispers in my ear as she grabs my neck and squeezes. I open my mouth unable to breathe, as she shoves her tongue down my neck and wraps her legs around my waist. She lets go of my neck with a smile. Wasn’t that erotic? She asks as I cough, trying to get some air. Isn’t this just your dream? Unbridled lust, love, passion, sex and freedom of all responsibility. What a good time to be alive, isn’t it? I get up somehow from between her clutches and run into a corner, as she now stands on the bed marveling at me crawled on the floor.

What are you afraid of? She takes out from nowhere a chocolate bar and starts eating it. Words escape me, as I don’t know what to makes of what is happening in front of me. In size she grew three times, in the blink of an eye. And the she grew three times more and broke the bed under her. As she fell on her knees and arms, she looks at me. Come here. I look to my left at the windows with nothing but darkness, I look at my right, the kitchen and some wood. I slowly get up. Look at her. Petrified, I can’t move. Come here, she commands in a stiffer tone. I can’t, I simply can’t, as I can’t imagine what she will do to me. Tears start to roll down my face, as I brace myself for the worst. What’s wrong? What upset you? I thought that this is what you wanted. I am this, because I thought you’d love me like this! Why can’t you just love me? Even when I dress for you, cook for you, get naked for you… Even when I try to fulfill your wildest fantasies. This is how you treat me. You ungrateful asshole!

Her screams and wales, shake me to the ground, as I fall with her standing and screaming on top of me. I gave you the whole of who I am. And you are hiding in your hole like a scared disgusting mole. All I can think of is how I want to escape, and leave this place as my body is shaking in fear that she’ll crush me. What more do you want from me? Who should I be? What should I be for you to love me? Or are you just going to cheat on me too? I try to grow in size and rip this world apart, but can’t. I try to move, but with each word, she pins me to the ground as her screams send shock waves. My ears start to bleed. I scream, but to no avail, as she continues to wale. Minutes pass, but they feel like an eternity. Seeing that I don’t respond she stops and turns around pouting. I get up and run towards the door, I pull the door knob, and jump into the darkness as she screams after me.

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