Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

ruin her. she could not make her mouth argue, her words gather. rage ran through her, a vein of gold that burned even as she lay still. a rabbit; tethered. if she closed her eyes, his lips at her throat felt like a caress; if she grasped for the tendrils of this vision, his body would spread warmth inside the decayed fortress of her desires. she knew this. she knew she only had to believe and it would be. a great font of weeping crashed against the hardened heart; her humiliation knew no end. and she wanted it to stop. there was no answer, only her limp and empty in his arms, waiting for a mercy she did not think he would give her. that moment had passed, and she regretted not holding to its gleam.