Games

The back of my head hit the wooden wall hard this time. He was mad. I tried not to smirk as he dug his fingers into my neck. If he felt me chuckling, I wouldn’t be in control anymore. He had a fire in his eyes…finally. I looked up at him through my lashes.

Suddenly, I was on the floor, amazed I didn’t get carpet burn. I landed on my stomach, not a very advantageous position some might say. It was perfect for me. I stretched my body out and made as if I was reaching for something. My loose shirt lifted up a bit revealing a pale rump just peaking out of my undies. Knowing he could see this vulnerable part of me seemed to create a rather exhilarating feeling. I wiggled my hips, yup, exhilarating.

I tilted my head to the side a bit and slyly watched him out of the corner of my eye. Was he getting taller? Taller than six feet? Nah, it just seemed that way from down here. His dark eyes were half lid and furious, that’s how I knew. His wide jaw was clenched and full of stubble. The vein in his thick neck was pulsing. He came at me…I must have smirked.

His grip on my upper arm stung me as he flipped me on my back. He slammed my arms down into the rough carpet and forced his way between my legs. My full thighs were resting on his strong ones so that my feet were high in the air. My knees were right under his arms as he held me down.

With all my might I hit the back of his arms with my knees. He fell forward enough so that I could sink my canines into his neck. Mmm, pennies. He immediately released me and held onto his neck. I pushed him off of me and hurriedly crawled away on all fours.

I crawled all the way to the opposite wall. It was getting dark judging by what little light came through the basement window. I looked around for the door but in this lighting I couldn’t make it out.

I slid on my back. UGH, rug burn. I drew my free leg back but he was too fast and ended up pinning it to my chest by leaning into me. He grabbed my free wrist and sunk his teeth in. I couldn’t help but let out a little yelp. He spit the blood right in my face.

I licked my lips. He smirked. It’s too bad he didn’t have long hair for me to pull. It seemed like a shaggy faux hawk. I could feel his excitement. He bent over me and put his face really close to mine. He licked my lips and kissed me hard. He tried to shove his tongue in but I held tight. I hated kissing!

He pulled the old ‘hold the nose’ trick. I ran out of breath and he shoved his tongue in my mouth going on a rampage. It was disgusting…so I bit it.

It was his turn to yelp. I laughed.

He froze.

I froze.

Game over.

He sat up slowly. I could tell he was relishing in my fear. I started to sweat, my heartbeat quickened, my vision got lighter and lighter until he grabbed me.

I was back on Earth. My face was buried in the carpet. It smelled musty and of mildew. I started coughing as I inhaled the fabric. His grip on the back of my neck was relentless, as was his body on top of me. I tried to free my hands from his grip, not happening. I started to panic. When did he take off my undies? Where was I?

. . .

My energy was drained. I hurt all over.

Something was missing. I sighed.

“Was that it?”

He turned to me sharply, glaring.

“………..weak.”

He came at me.

I smirked.