Fight me

The abuse is what I crave

I could see the anger in his eyes, I pushed him over the edge again. I feel something rise in my stomache, a feeling of anticipation as he throws something off of his desk and it shatters against his wall. I tense at his act, shutting my eyes tight as I hear his deep, laboured breaths. I hear his hard footsteps on the floor, he slams the door closed, I'm surprised no one heard from downstairs. I still keep my eyes closed, I'm waiting for it. "Why do you always ask for it?" He hisses dangerously close to my ear. My eyes slowly open, I feel his hot breath on my neck, I want to back away but I want him to touch me everywhere.

Hit me hard

I want to here it break

"I-I'm sorry.." I manage to get out in a hushed tone. This calms him none as I feel the back of his hand smack against my cheek. My face burns now, it's a familiar burn. I go to touch it but he roughly grabs my wrists, "Your voice sickens me now." This is the first time he has said this...It hurts, more than the backhand, I blink away tears.

Bite me

I want to see the blood

In a way, I do ask for the abuse. I crave for the pain, I want to hurt. This is not intense enough for me, I want to scream out. I once again egg him on, "You're scum." I spit out at him, he shoves me to the bed, I feel a pain in my abdomen. "Do you think this hurts me!" I don't know when to quit...Sometimes I wonder when he'll finally just kill me..I know no bounderies. He growls, hitting me once more, this time I can feel the strength behind it. I get excited, I want him.

Pull me,

Push me,

Shove me,

Fight me.

He grabs my ankle, I make no protest as he pulls me off the bed and I hit the ground. I feel his fingers around my throat as he licks my cheek, He's excited now too, I can tell. He traces his finger to the collor of my shirt, he rips it off viciously. The room is cold, it nips at my skin. He bites my shoulder hard, I can just feel the blood trickle to the hardwood floors. I gasp a bit as his teeth stick in further, but he pulls away momentarily to pull off my shorts. I lay on the floor before him in nothing but my underwear, I dare not try to cover any of my body, instead my arms are limp at my side.

I feel the pain

My love, it's beautiful

Leave your mark

All over me

His fingernails rip into my skin as he trails them down my bare stomach, leaving red marks as if an animal attacked me, an animal did attack me. His tounge swirls my belly button, it tickles. He makes it a note to hit me when I giggle, but just barley. His eyes, the fire within them burned with passion and rage, I close my legs tight as I think of him claiming me.

Stick in your fingernails

Make me gasp

Your fingers around my throat

Don't let me breathe

I don't want to breathe

He pulls off my remaining garments, he looks upon me as if I am a tool, a possesion. I want him more now than ever.

I lay

My body broken

Look at me with those passionate eyes again

I want to see the fire

The rage

He takes me then, I am his. I feel him fill me completely, I dare not make a noise as I bite my lips to surpress my moans.

I want to feel fear

I want you to abuse me

He is done with me now, he leaves me in that same spot, I dare not move as he leaves the room, grunting a bit as he zips his pants back up. I know he loves me. He has to love me. I may be crazy, but he loves me.

I want you to abuse me