Submission

Temptation.

Passion.

Ecstasy.

Fear.

Confined in a minute room

Lying exposed on a cold, concrete floor

Exposed to the dark figure lounging on the chair

Cold. 

Cold air blows across my body, 

Goosebumps rise across my skin

As he slowly gets up and shambles towards me, bottle in hand

With a hungry look in his eyes 

Hunger. 

Desperation.

He runs his cold fingers across my warm skin

My body shudders, shying away from his touch

He draws his hand away, and

And. And. And.

Slowly, he seductively unzips his trousers

The sound echoing across the room

The room remains still

As I watch in anticipation

In a sick, twisted silence  

Pleasuring myself

Relishing the thought of his touch

I tremble. 

He sashays his way towards me.

Seductively.

I lick my lips; dry, chapped and cracked

He caresses my skin

He leans in closely to whisper seductive secrets in my ear

I shudder.

He is absolutely vile

His remarks are repulsive,

Yet, that won't stop him.

He reaches for the straps of my bra

He slips them off, slowly

Staring intensely into my eyes

Licking his lips.

It drops to the floor.

Clothes form a small puddle 

Crumpled by our feet.

Kicking.

Biting.

Screaming.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Ecstasy.

Nails scratching,

Catching skin underneath.

Ripping and tearing at flesh

Leaving red scratches across pale skin.

Hot.

Breathless.

Gasping.

I cling onto him

Clutching onto his strong shoulders

My nails digging into his skin

Blood pulsating.

Bodies sweating.

Legs shaking.

And suddenly, my body stops shaking.

In one instance, I am overcome

The waves hit me

Swelling inside of me like a massive tsunami

He pushes me back down,

I let my body relax

But only for a moment

Wary of what he might do to me next

He lethargically pulls himself off me

As if I disgust him

And I do.

I do disgust him.

And I disgust myself.

How can something so bad be so good?

I lie there, on the cold concrete floor

My chest heaving

Panting heavily

Sweat dripping out of every crevice on my body

Tired from the exertion.

And I watch him.

I watch his large, looming figure

As he carries something toward me.

A rope.

I groan.

My body aches all over,

Yet, he never seems to tire.

"That was satisfactory," he says.

"But would you mind bending over? We're going to play a little game."

I moan and roll over obediently.

It still hurts.