Summary: I had used to make him force me every time, back when I was strong. He would grapple me to the floor, relishing the sensation of my fingernails tearing across his skin, taking the same depraved pleasure he was there to force upon me. Then he’d pour the sickly stuff down my throat, the foul-tasting liquid burning my esophagus, and then- and then I’d feel. Then I’d truly begin to hate myself.
Categories: Completed Short Stories
Characters: None
Compliant with: None
Era: None
Genres: Angst, Horror
Warnings: Blood, Graphic Violence, Non-consensual sex, Sexual Violence
Completed: Yes