Arrival (7)

Posted by spirifer on Sun 19 Oct 08, 6:46 PM to spirifer's blog.

I know you've arrived before I hear the door. The slightest creak of the gate but also a sharpening of my senses in anticipation of your arrival.

You stand in the doorway, blinking in the bright light of the hallway. I raise a small inner smile in appreciation of the effort you've made - your hair shiny and falling in curls to your shoulders and your make up flawless. I wonder how long you've spent preparing yourself for me.

You look at me shyly, your eyes betraying your excitement and anticipation - and - oh yes, I like this - more than a hint of fear.

I take your coat, hang it on the coat rack and turn back to you. Your lips part in anticipation of a passionate embrace.

So I wonder how shocked you are when, instead of the kiss you were expecting, I hit you, hard, with the back of my hand, across your mouth. You gasp and then cry out as I slap you again, catching your face and ear with the full force of my hand, no doubt sending your head spinning as I grab a handful of your hair and begin forcing you to the floor.

You fall against me and I use your momentary lack of balance to pull your arm up sharply behind you, forcing my knee into your back and pushing you down until you're pinned under me on the floor, arching your head back and upwards with the handful of hair I still hold tightly.

I see a couple of drops of blood on the tiled hall floor - I must have split your lip against your teeth when I hit you. You whimper in pain under me, tense but unresisting.

Well, hello cunt, I say. Which hole shall I make bleed first today?