“You have a broken rib,” his deep voice conveyed pity. “You come here too often, you cannot
let this go on.” Her eyes wandered around the room, looking everywhere except his eyes. The
bare walls and organized desk created an uninviting atmosphere, yet she felt safe in the strike
room.
“I'm fine, and have been for the past 7 years. You don't need to worry about me,” she replied,
bringing her hand up to her torso and allowing her delicate fingers to brush against the bruised
flesh. The slightest touch burned through her body, but she didn't let the pain show in her
expression.
“You are not fine. Your body is broken, and soon the damage will be irreparable.” Her eyes
finally met his, and they burned with fury.
“I can take care …show more content…
As she fled the room he made no move to follow, instead calling out to her
receding figure, commanding her to return.
But she did not listen. Could not listen. He didn't understand and never would. He was
unmarried.
She walked home with a heavy heart. To any passerby she would appear to be a porcelain doll;
weak and fragile, cracked and broken. Yet her soul was made of titanium, unbreakable.
The moments dragged on, shrouded by a sense of dread as the evening approached. The sky
was overcast, the darkness forecasting a storm. The weather didn't improve her mood.
When she reached her home she fumbled for her keys, opening the door and slipping in. As the
door shut behind her she sank to the floor. Tears pricked at her eyes, breaking free from her to
cascade down her face. They did little to ease the pain of her aching skin, And even less to
soothe her soul.
Her local GP could heal her body; mend her bones, treat her wounds and ease her pain. But her
doctor could not solve her problems.
She wept for what felt like hours, until her sobs were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling
up into the drive. She pulled herself to her feet, and walked into the kitchen to stand …show more content…
She shuffled towards the other side of the kitchen. She got to her feet, turning away from him
and leaning across the bench. She coughed violently, blood splattering across the surface. She
pressed her finger against her split lip, wiping away the blood that had accumulated. She was
unsure if the pool of water that had formed was from a leak in the roof, or her own tears.
He approached her slowly, like an animal stalking prey, she felt vulnerable under his lustful
gaze. A metallic shine caught her eye and she reached out to it.
He grabbed her waist and spun her around to face him. A smirk formed at his lips, “You’re
mine.” A crack of lightning erupted outside, lighting up his features, twisting them into
something she didn't recognize. Her body slackened in his vice-like grip.
“Return to dust “ she whispered, plunging the knife through his torso. The stainless steel blade
tore through the fragile flesh as if it were no stronger than paper. She had been the weak one,
shattered against the ground like glass, yet it was he, the uninjured and whole, who was left in
a crimson whirlpool, that dragged him closer and closer to the hell he belonged
let this go on.” Her eyes wandered around the room, looking everywhere except his eyes. The
bare walls and organized desk created an uninviting atmosphere, yet she felt safe in the strike
room.
“I'm fine, and have been for the past 7 years. You don't need to worry about me,” she replied,
bringing her hand up to her torso and allowing her delicate fingers to brush against the bruised
flesh. The slightest touch burned through her body, but she didn't let the pain show in her
expression.
“You are not fine. Your body is broken, and soon the damage will be irreparable.” Her eyes
finally met his, and they burned with fury.
“I can take care …show more content…
As she fled the room he made no move to follow, instead calling out to her
receding figure, commanding her to return.
But she did not listen. Could not listen. He didn't understand and never would. He was
unmarried.
She walked home with a heavy heart. To any passerby she would appear to be a porcelain doll;
weak and fragile, cracked and broken. Yet her soul was made of titanium, unbreakable.
The moments dragged on, shrouded by a sense of dread as the evening approached. The sky
was overcast, the darkness forecasting a storm. The weather didn't improve her mood.
When she reached her home she fumbled for her keys, opening the door and slipping in. As the
door shut behind her she sank to the floor. Tears pricked at her eyes, breaking free from her to
cascade down her face. They did little to ease the pain of her aching skin, And even less to
soothe her soul.
Her local GP could heal her body; mend her bones, treat her wounds and ease her pain. But her
doctor could not solve her problems.
She wept for what felt like hours, until her sobs were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling
up into the drive. She pulled herself to her feet, and walked into the kitchen to stand …show more content…
She shuffled towards the other side of the kitchen. She got to her feet, turning away from him
and leaning across the bench. She coughed violently, blood splattering across the surface. She
pressed her finger against her split lip, wiping away the blood that had accumulated. She was
unsure if the pool of water that had formed was from a leak in the roof, or her own tears.
He approached her slowly, like an animal stalking prey, she felt vulnerable under his lustful
gaze. A metallic shine caught her eye and she reached out to it.
He grabbed her waist and spun her around to face him. A smirk formed at his lips, “You’re
mine.” A crack of lightning erupted outside, lighting up his features, twisting them into
something she didn't recognize. Her body slackened in his vice-like grip.
“Return to dust “ she whispered, plunging the knife through his torso. The stainless steel blade
tore through the fragile flesh as if it were no stronger than paper. She had been the weak one,
shattered against the ground like glass, yet it was he, the uninjured and whole, who was left in
a crimson whirlpool, that dragged him closer and closer to the hell he belonged