Dead-End [C-Entry / PG-13] 1/1
Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2004 10:45 pm
Dead-End
Title: Dead-End
Author: Andrea S.
Rated PG-13 / R
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Written in like 10 minutes and not even reaching 500 words (428 to be exact), here is my entry for this round, Sin!
This is a teaser for my new fic Twisted Karma. Hope you like it!
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It's unacceptable these thoughts that run constant, screaming through my head. They're tempting and cruel as they welcome me into their embrace.
Leave him, they say, make him pay.
Many smiles and words have come and gone between us, many curses and slaps that sting and scar. And I've bore them all. Taken them all in stride. It is obsession and masochism to stay and let him do all those things to me... but it's all I know.
I see many others look at me, they smile wantonly, their eyes traveling, seeking, studying me. And I love it. I love it because I know I can't do anything about it. I can smile back, but I know I belong to another.
I belong to a monster that kills me little by little, with every passing day, by every single word he utters.
And I have sinned; sinned by staying by his side. I have sinned by betraying my beliefs. By loving him.
It's outrageous this life of mine, living by the shadows under the spotlight. I'm part of a multitude, yet I'm no one. I'm just a marionette, moving tremulous limbs, limping from morning to night, and crying from night to day.
I can be famous and cherished, wanted and admired, yet I hate who I am, I hate the person I've become. I've come to a dead-end, no where else for me. No hidden path I can escape to. I'm secluded, hidden by luxury and wealth, drowned in gold and diamond, yet I'm just a woman who craves peace.
Even death is better than this life I lead.
It's unforgivable. He's unforgivable.
Every night I see him, drowned in liquor and women, stumbling from corner to corner, deadly as he climbs into bed. And I hate him. I hate his hands on me, the scent around him... Hate the wicked glint in his eyes, and the crude turn of his lips. It may seem he strives to punish me for crimes he thinks I've committed, not realizing he's the one who's committing them.
His hands on my legs, hot as they may be, kill every cell in my body. But I can't reject him. Any refusal calls forth a scar. Mental or physical, but a scar nonetheless.
But I'm used to it; I've grown accustomed to him and his treatment.
I'm no longer a woman, for he has turned me into his toy. And I know he'll continue to play with me if I don't do something.
But I know it'll end... Time is in my hands.
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Title: Dead-End
Author: Andrea S.
Rated PG-13 / R
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Written in like 10 minutes and not even reaching 500 words (428 to be exact), here is my entry for this round, Sin!
This is a teaser for my new fic Twisted Karma. Hope you like it!
* * * *
It's unacceptable these thoughts that run constant, screaming through my head. They're tempting and cruel as they welcome me into their embrace.
Leave him, they say, make him pay.
Many smiles and words have come and gone between us, many curses and slaps that sting and scar. And I've bore them all. Taken them all in stride. It is obsession and masochism to stay and let him do all those things to me... but it's all I know.
I see many others look at me, they smile wantonly, their eyes traveling, seeking, studying me. And I love it. I love it because I know I can't do anything about it. I can smile back, but I know I belong to another.
I belong to a monster that kills me little by little, with every passing day, by every single word he utters.
And I have sinned; sinned by staying by his side. I have sinned by betraying my beliefs. By loving him.
It's outrageous this life of mine, living by the shadows under the spotlight. I'm part of a multitude, yet I'm no one. I'm just a marionette, moving tremulous limbs, limping from morning to night, and crying from night to day.
I can be famous and cherished, wanted and admired, yet I hate who I am, I hate the person I've become. I've come to a dead-end, no where else for me. No hidden path I can escape to. I'm secluded, hidden by luxury and wealth, drowned in gold and diamond, yet I'm just a woman who craves peace.
Even death is better than this life I lead.
It's unforgivable. He's unforgivable.
Every night I see him, drowned in liquor and women, stumbling from corner to corner, deadly as he climbs into bed. And I hate him. I hate his hands on me, the scent around him... Hate the wicked glint in his eyes, and the crude turn of his lips. It may seem he strives to punish me for crimes he thinks I've committed, not realizing he's the one who's committing them.
His hands on my legs, hot as they may be, kill every cell in my body. But I can't reject him. Any refusal calls forth a scar. Mental or physical, but a scar nonetheless.
But I'm used to it; I've grown accustomed to him and his treatment.
I'm no longer a woman, for he has turned me into his toy. And I know he'll continue to play with me if I don't do something.
But I know it'll end... Time is in my hands.
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