The Poison
The darkness in his eyes.
The fear in hers.
Her whimpering.
His threatening.
The clasp of a hand on her throat.
Poison slithering up her thighs.
The darkness engulfing her.
Her boundaries being shattered.
Its over for him in a matter of minutes.
But her bruises will last a lifetime.
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