Soul-piercing memories of that night and nights preceding masqueraded around my mind
Making a mockery of my ego
A parody of my essence
He had marked me
Visible on my skin are the ravings of one who had disposed every bit of the sixth sense and has clung to his ferocious chunk of lust.
Images of the cold, painful sex we had rummaged my depths
His fast excruciating thrusts
His stinging breaths jamming against my skin
Everlasting hickeys!
He had branded me
I was now his to toy with
The look in his eyes.
Lust!
The way he whispered my name. A sin!
Smiling like a Cheshire cat.
Each thrust getting deeper with every push
Memories of those nights are still as fresh they were then
Well...
It's been 9 months since Anxiety fucked me.
Here's the good news;
I gave birth
Yay! Yes?
No
My child. His child. Our child.
A spitting image of his father
In his eyes I could see everything I saw in his father's all those nights.
Depression; so his name goes.
@easier_penned
From the _Obsidian tales_ series❤
