Cut Glass

Violated and humiliated in front of himself and his dignity – or what was left of it. No respect, least of all for himself.

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Stab. Stab. Stab.

“Am I doing this right?”

Stab. Stab. Stab.

“Is it good for you, too?”

Stab. Stab. Stab.

“Oh – fuck. Are you close, too?”

Blood. Panic.

“Oh, my God.”

Struggled words, whisper.

“I’m –“, gulp, “fine. Go on.”

Desperation.

“But—“

“Go on. Please.”

Wince. Tears and a cry of protest.

“No. I can’t, I – no.”

Anger. Demand.

“Go the fuck on!”

Hesitation. Thrust. Scream.

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you.”