DeliciousMaiden
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Olivia Tyler
Finally the stabbing stopped.
I let out a sigh of relief and endured moments longer whilst he looked at my foot closely checking for any shards still lodged there.
"Look the only way of getting the glass out was doing it quick, its suppose to hurt less!"
Hurt less!
If that was hurting less, heaven help me when he really tried to hurt me!
" Did you enjoy that?"
I meet his gaze, with my own outraged one.
Enjoy!
Smug bastard! I knew he was trying to inflict as much agony as he could.
All I do is glare back. I will not give him the satisfaction of a retort.
I notice Daniel's eyes run over me.
"I'm helpless and he knows it and he's enjoying it."
Are the only thoughts that cross my mind.
He stands up abruptly and turns to walk away, in the direction of the bathroom I assume.
As he leaves the hostility leaves me.
God this is awful.
Everyone hates me, I think letting a wave of self pity wash over me.
Hate or don't care.. or want to kill me.
I look round.
I don't even know where I am.
I gingerly look at my foot.
It's bleeding, but is mercifully glass-free.
I can hear Daniel rummaging around somewhere at the back of the apartment.
I lay down and gingerly curl myself up, my foot hanging at an angle, just off the bed.
I let the tears come.
Silent tears, tears of exhaustion.
It feels so hopeless...
My body shakes, silently, but my cheeks are awash.
I curl up tighter, knowing that that way Daniel won't hear me.
Won't be able to torment me about how pathetic I am.
Maybe he even thinks I deserve all this.
Maybe I do.
I don't know anymore.
Finally the stabbing stopped.
I let out a sigh of relief and endured moments longer whilst he looked at my foot closely checking for any shards still lodged there.
"Look the only way of getting the glass out was doing it quick, its suppose to hurt less!"
Hurt less!
If that was hurting less, heaven help me when he really tried to hurt me!
" Did you enjoy that?"
I meet his gaze, with my own outraged one.
Enjoy!
Smug bastard! I knew he was trying to inflict as much agony as he could.
All I do is glare back. I will not give him the satisfaction of a retort.
I notice Daniel's eyes run over me.
"I'm helpless and he knows it and he's enjoying it."
Are the only thoughts that cross my mind.
He stands up abruptly and turns to walk away, in the direction of the bathroom I assume.
As he leaves the hostility leaves me.
God this is awful.
Everyone hates me, I think letting a wave of self pity wash over me.
Hate or don't care.. or want to kill me.
I look round.
I don't even know where I am.
I gingerly look at my foot.
It's bleeding, but is mercifully glass-free.
I can hear Daniel rummaging around somewhere at the back of the apartment.
I lay down and gingerly curl myself up, my foot hanging at an angle, just off the bed.
I let the tears come.
Silent tears, tears of exhaustion.
It feels so hopeless...
My body shakes, silently, but my cheeks are awash.
I curl up tighter, knowing that that way Daniel won't hear me.
Won't be able to torment me about how pathetic I am.
Maybe he even thinks I deserve all this.
Maybe I do.
I don't know anymore.