(no subject)
Challenge 36: Bitch
Supplication. he kneels at His feet. Panted breaths passing cracked lips; skin chewed relentlessly. Those lips pressing to boots in surrender. Ritual become routine become habit. The sting of the leather still in his back. The echo of the lashing holding the still air of the room at bay, ungiving and cold as steel.
A cold, dark hand wraps under his chin. Head lifted, tearstained face, tear-filled eyes meeting colder, darker ones. A pause, a whimpering plea for compassion. A denial with a simple shake of the head. That head bowed. The simple, perfect sound of dry lips meeting a riding crop. Revilement.
"Bitch."
Supplication. he kneels at His feet. Panted breaths passing cracked lips; skin chewed relentlessly. Those lips pressing to boots in surrender. Ritual become routine become habit. The sting of the leather still in his back. The echo of the lashing holding the still air of the room at bay, ungiving and cold as steel.
A cold, dark hand wraps under his chin. Head lifted, tearstained face, tear-filled eyes meeting colder, darker ones. A pause, a whimpering plea for compassion. A denial with a simple shake of the head. That head bowed. The simple, perfect sound of dry lips meeting a riding crop. Revilement.
"Bitch."