Like a heap of rubble, she laid still. Her head emptied by a strong attempt to think hard about…nothing in particular. By now, he was breathing hard, and her body moved to the fast-paced rhythm coming from his chest. Without permission, his body lavished hers with warm and mint-scented sweat.
She was trying so hard. Trying to go blank. Trying not to think. Trying, at the same time to reason- why? How? Trying to give another fight, but it was a hard task. His suppressing interruptions became relentless. Now she was beginning to give up.
“Uh-huh…uhh!” he shrieked. He moaned. Repeatedly, he gave a full thrust.
“No! P-l-ea-se!!! I’m sorr…” She begged.
There, then was the end of her fight. There was nothing to fight for anymore. She had become his. She laid still, her eyes vigorously shot. Shot to his broad and bare chest. Shot to the face of the one. This was too much to think about, too much to bear. She didn’t see but could feel more of him, his spirit, mingling with hers. She could feel the grim stain of her blood inside her and around that place.
“Please…stop!!!” she screamed, not able to take it anymore. He was taking too much. Stealing every single breath that tried to escape. “stop!” she cried again. The tear was sharp and painful, she had never been more wronged in her entire life. But the darkness that now surrounded them allowed him too much pleasure to stop. He was now deaf to her cries. He had gone far beyond the clouds and wasn’t ready to come back. He was not yet satisfied.
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Now completely inside her, he reached out to her moist chest, his hand searching for a freeway through her torn blouse. There had been a fierce struggle before this. Nora did put up a fight. But he was heavier than she. Now she was half-stripped and ever so weak.
She felt his strong hand squeezing, caressing her now exposed breasts, his other hand pressing down on her hip. He was on top of her, leaning down towards her love lips. If the tears streaming down her eyes were to disappear, you would think she was surely dead. In truth, Nora was dead. She was dead to trust; to love. Dead to herself and by now, torn apart. Like a pile of newly axed wood, she was in shreds.
She tried again. This time, she tried to open her eyes, but the tears wouldn’t allow. She barely saw a dark frame overshadowing her. She didn’t know who this was. This couldn’t be someone she knew, worst still someone she loved. Nora struggled with these thoughts in her aching head as she lay still on the floor, her head tilted to the side, her eyes wet and shot.
With thrust after thrust and grunts, he began to bite and suck at her nipples, and kiss her down to her navel. Like a scientist who had very little time for his many experiments, he briskly kept at it and even tried a new perversion. She was his specimen.
After a few more, he seemed satisfied. He leaned forward, getting himself out of her. He was done. He gave a loud sigh and dumped himself on the floor right beside her body. Slowly, she opened her webbed eyes. It was over.
Her eyes caught his, and a freshly stirred stream of tears flowed. It was the face of the one she fell in love with. It was Demade. But no…only his face. She thought again. The rest of him was someone else…had to be someone else. He looked away, gave another sigh and got up.
The cookie isn’t finished yet.
