Perfect betrayal

[Kennya Allen]

The soft crease in your flawless cheeks folds ever-so-slightly in the faintest of grins. And I don't know what you're thinking but your movements are…hell Katherine. I close my eyes as our hands touch again—you're pushing yourself off my lap, off the chair, onto the wooden floor, onto my back. I don't realize until then how much of a dangerous person you are. I never would have though you'd lunge at me with such pained and heavy eyes, throwing me back as you straddle me, laying your sorrowfull tears on my neck.

And you're vicious, and you're ripping my shirt, though I doubt you mean to. And I'm crying your name as my body demands to get away from you, but I can't. My mind won't let me. And you're ravenous and I'm panting while I'm trying to get away from you, and I'm breathless and my nerves are breaking. My nerves are on fire, and my nerves have exploded, and all I can feel is your hot and desperate actions all over me. What are you? You are definitely not my friend. You stole him away from me and now you try to find forgiveness. But not for me, but for your soul. And each sensation lingers, fooling my mind into thinking that you are a good girl, but actually you are pathetic trying to find and escape from your own uneasiness.

There. You see?