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.Category: Completed Short Stories
wow this was really powerful and interesting - I like the idea that Ginny was sort of forced to look forward to these dreams and to like what happened. The last sentance was especially provoking.
Author's Response: Thank you, that was exactly what I was going for- that the last line would deliver powerfully, and that readers would catch on to how Ginny didn't really *want* what happened, but was magically forced to look forward to and crave it. Thanks for reviewing! :)