when she threw me over her leg, i knew everyone in the room turned their head to look. but once the air got forced out of my lungs on impact, i wasnt looking at anyone but her, looming over me, pupils growing wider with her smile.
oh, well aren’t you just the cutest thing? i tried to crawl away, but it pinned me down, backlit by light like a halo. have you ever played front hand backhand?
it slapped me. open-palm against one cheek, backhand against the other. what’s your favorite?
oh, no favorite? I can help!
more strikes, each one harder than the last. nobody was coming to help. they were all watching me, skirt flipped up in the struggle, top riding up. tears spilled from my eyes, even though i was trying my hardest not to cry. i was already a crybaby, pathetic, whining as i was bullied and thrown around and tormented. i didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
she kissed me and it felt like rape, long tongue filling my mouth, swiping over the back of my throat. she spat on my face after, as if reprimanding me for not kissing back. i tried to get up, to run, but she caught me by my shirt and threw me back down on my stomach.
a sharp kick hit my thigh. distantly, i heard the click of a knife.
Now, i was wondering… do you have a girlfriend? or a boyfriend? i was thinking you could be mine. what do you think?
“I’m not…I don’t…” The tip of the knife scraped my underwear, digging in. I found my courage. “I’m not gonna date someone who hurts me!”
It laughed. The knife slipped into the waistband, and with a brutal upwards sawing motion, she cut my underwear off me. Calloused fingers, spreading my pussy lips open. I wanted to die of humiliation. Oh really? You seem to be enjoying this.
It flipped me over, tossed the knife aside, and wrapped its hands around my neck. Dark eyes, filled with glee, swallowed me up. I could drown in those eyes, lost in the shark-like blankness. I couldn’t breathe. The world swam. My top was cut off. When did it cut my top off? I wanted it to stop. I didn’t want it to let go.
If you want me to let go, you better kiss me like you love me this time, okay? Make me believe it.
Through the ringing of my ears I managed a nod. And through the knot of pain and red-hot shame, I kissed her back like she was everything I ever wanted.