Status: reviving this!

Fingertips

two.

“Stop,” he said, his voice low but filled with venom. She stood still, not wanting to move but not wanting to be near him. His eyes flickered down her body, resting on places she was tempted to hide.

He walked towards her and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her towards him roughly. Air escaped her lungs but she stayed quiet, closing her eyes and trying to let her mind wander. She felt his lips on her neck and she winced, wanting so badly to pull away.

His arms unwrapped themselves from her waist and his hands found her wrists, pulling her along behind him. Tears formed in her eyes but she willed them away. It’ll be okay, he said.

It would always be okay, he said.