a year in the life of
this is the unofficial sequel to dysfunction [my favourite out of the entire table, i think] enjoy :)
Title: A year in the life of
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 046, 047, 048, 049
Word Count: 200 x 4
Summary: Seasons spark up memories past
Warnings: (at your discretion) Domination, violence, sex & themes, rape
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others.
Prompts used were ‘tears’, ‘chocolate’, ‘parents’ and ‘if’ respectively
He calmly raised a fist to my face and made an action as if he were going to hit me to see if I would flinch. I did and it triggered a harsh bark of cold laughter from him before he jabbed his fist again, only this time he did hit me and it hurt like hell. I fell to the floor and then felt his fists rain down over me, pummelling every inch of my body while I curled into a ball and took it.
He’d been drinking. I was fucked.
It was winter when I learnt to love him. It was winter when he pushed me down the stairs in a fit of rage. It was winter when he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. It was winter when he gave me presents and told me I was the most important thing in his life. It was winter when we made love so gently and with such passion that a single tear rolled down his cheek after he came and he lowered his face towards mine and kissed me. It was winter that he raped me so brutally I fainted from the agony.
*
Spring time was a happy time and it was on the first day the suns rays started to poke through the clouds that he gave me a box of chocolates. I thanked him and he just sneered in reply but I think he was secretly pleased. The chocolates were overturned by the evening. He threw them across the room and then stormed out to the kitchen returning with a knife in hand. I scrambled up from the sofa even though I knew better than to run but he pounced on me and pinned me to the floor on my back. He stroked the blade against my lips and pondered out loud whether he would cut off my tongue or slit my throat first.
I was screaming, crying, pleading with him to stop and it just boosted his ego more until finally he got bored and stood up. I was shaking so hard I couldn’t move and he held out a hand to help me up. He’d really frightened me but I knew that his temper would get even worse if I didn’t accept it so I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet straight into a kiss.
*
By Summer he was psychotic and my love for him was fading. He told me he wanted to cut his heart in two and give one half to me. I sort of smiled even though deep down I was planning an escape. On one sunny afternoon we were in the bedroom and I wanted to go out, but he preferred the dark so we stayed in the dark. And he was drinking more and more as the hours passed and I could see him getting drunker and drunker. His tongue loosened, he started to tell me about his parents and then I knew that it was going to end in tears because he was opening himself up to me. Sure enough, the vulnerability started to get the better of him and he took it out on me.
I don’t remember waking up from blacking out but I did and he was standing over me with my blood on his fists. He threw me a lopsided grin as if he hadn’t just kicked the seven shades of shit out of me, before licking it off, smearing it over his lips, making sure I knew that he’d tasted blood and wanted more.
*
If I could erase one thing that ever happened it would be the night that he chained me in the cellar and left me there for hours while I screamed until my voice went hoarse and my throat was burning. When he came back, he was naked - and rock hard. He walked deliberately slowly and then turned slightly so I could see the dark mark on his arm.
He normally provoked a reaction from me with whatever he did but on this occasion I was numb. Everything from then on is a black void. I don’t remember the fists and I don’t remember the rape and I don’t remember what I did to make him leave and never return. I woke up that morning in a pool of blood and went to sleep that night with a broken heart.
I waited for days by myself in the house - too scared to leave in case he returned while I wasn’t there even though I knew deep down he was never coming back. When I finally stepped outside I remember looking at the fallen leaves in shock upon realising it was Autumn. I hadn’t known that Summer for that year had already died.
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.
Title: A year in the life of
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 046, 047, 048, 049
Word Count: 200 x 4
Summary: Seasons spark up memories past
Warnings: (at your discretion) Domination, violence, sex & themes, rape
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others.
Prompts used were ‘tears’, ‘chocolate’, ‘parents’ and ‘if’ respectively
He calmly raised a fist to my face and made an action as if he were going to hit me to see if I would flinch. I did and it triggered a harsh bark of cold laughter from him before he jabbed his fist again, only this time he did hit me and it hurt like hell. I fell to the floor and then felt his fists rain down over me, pummelling every inch of my body while I curled into a ball and took it.
He’d been drinking. I was fucked.
It was winter when I learnt to love him. It was winter when he pushed me down the stairs in a fit of rage. It was winter when he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. It was winter when he gave me presents and told me I was the most important thing in his life. It was winter when we made love so gently and with such passion that a single tear rolled down his cheek after he came and he lowered his face towards mine and kissed me. It was winter that he raped me so brutally I fainted from the agony.
*
Spring time was a happy time and it was on the first day the suns rays started to poke through the clouds that he gave me a box of chocolates. I thanked him and he just sneered in reply but I think he was secretly pleased. The chocolates were overturned by the evening. He threw them across the room and then stormed out to the kitchen returning with a knife in hand. I scrambled up from the sofa even though I knew better than to run but he pounced on me and pinned me to the floor on my back. He stroked the blade against my lips and pondered out loud whether he would cut off my tongue or slit my throat first.
I was screaming, crying, pleading with him to stop and it just boosted his ego more until finally he got bored and stood up. I was shaking so hard I couldn’t move and he held out a hand to help me up. He’d really frightened me but I knew that his temper would get even worse if I didn’t accept it so I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet straight into a kiss.
*
By Summer he was psychotic and my love for him was fading. He told me he wanted to cut his heart in two and give one half to me. I sort of smiled even though deep down I was planning an escape. On one sunny afternoon we were in the bedroom and I wanted to go out, but he preferred the dark so we stayed in the dark. And he was drinking more and more as the hours passed and I could see him getting drunker and drunker. His tongue loosened, he started to tell me about his parents and then I knew that it was going to end in tears because he was opening himself up to me. Sure enough, the vulnerability started to get the better of him and he took it out on me.
I don’t remember waking up from blacking out but I did and he was standing over me with my blood on his fists. He threw me a lopsided grin as if he hadn’t just kicked the seven shades of shit out of me, before licking it off, smearing it over his lips, making sure I knew that he’d tasted blood and wanted more.
*
If I could erase one thing that ever happened it would be the night that he chained me in the cellar and left me there for hours while I screamed until my voice went hoarse and my throat was burning. When he came back, he was naked - and rock hard. He walked deliberately slowly and then turned slightly so I could see the dark mark on his arm.
He normally provoked a reaction from me with whatever he did but on this occasion I was numb. Everything from then on is a black void. I don’t remember the fists and I don’t remember the rape and I don’t remember what I did to make him leave and never return. I woke up that morning in a pool of blood and went to sleep that night with a broken heart.
I waited for days by myself in the house - too scared to leave in case he returned while I wasn’t there even though I knew deep down he was never coming back. When I finally stepped outside I remember looking at the fallen leaves in shock upon realising it was Autumn. I hadn’t known that Summer for that year had already died.
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.