Post by frontpagenews on Dec 12, 2004 13:52:56 GMT -8
Josh's cold, hard, stare backed Marcy into the corner of the dimly lit dorm room. His maroon sheet was draped tightly around her naked body. Marcy's clothes lay scattered on the ground, a mess, just like her. One tear fell down her cheek as she looked around at her life.
"Come back here bitch," he called from the bed, "we're not done yet."
"No, not again, I'm not your play thing."
"Hey it was you who came here looking for some action, I just have wants too ."
"You are the one who got me drunk , I simply wanted to talk to you."
"Bull shit, the only reason you ever come here is to get lucky. You have a boyfriend for that other crap. So come back to the bed, you know you want to."
"I told you no, leave me alone."
"Shut up and get in the damn bed."
Marcy knelt down on the floor, searching for her clothes. "I've got to get out of here," the thought kept racing through her head.
As she picked up her bra, Josh grabbed her arm, "I said get back in the bed whore, we aren't done yet."
"Get your filthy hands off me, I told you no."
Josh bent down and ripped the sheets of her quivering body then threw them on the bed. He drew his hand back then let it fly. Smack, the entire right side of her face went numb, she stopped fighting back and let her body fall limp.
"Just do what you want and let me leave."
"I knew you would see it my way eventually."
Marcy sat in tears on his bed, the sheets covering her shivering body. Through watery eyes she watched him pull on his clothes and head toward the door. The creaking of the hinges muffled the only word she said,
"Why?"
"Come back here bitch," he called from the bed, "we're not done yet."
"No, not again, I'm not your play thing."
"Hey it was you who came here looking for some action, I just have wants too ."
"You are the one who got me drunk , I simply wanted to talk to you."
"Bull shit, the only reason you ever come here is to get lucky. You have a boyfriend for that other crap. So come back to the bed, you know you want to."
"I told you no, leave me alone."
"Shut up and get in the damn bed."
Marcy knelt down on the floor, searching for her clothes. "I've got to get out of here," the thought kept racing through her head.
As she picked up her bra, Josh grabbed her arm, "I said get back in the bed whore, we aren't done yet."
"Get your filthy hands off me, I told you no."
Josh bent down and ripped the sheets of her quivering body then threw them on the bed. He drew his hand back then let it fly. Smack, the entire right side of her face went numb, she stopped fighting back and let her body fall limp.
"Just do what you want and let me leave."
"I knew you would see it my way eventually."
Marcy sat in tears on his bed, the sheets covering her shivering body. Through watery eyes she watched him pull on his clothes and head toward the door. The creaking of the hinges muffled the only word she said,
"Why?"
