Dead Love Alive

I watch him try to lift his arms as the meds wears off and he wakes, then I watch the panic insue while he weakly trys to kick, hit, or even move in the slightest yet can't. I look in the large body mirror in front of him. His strong, large body completely strapped to a chair with rope. Its funny how things like this work out. He used to hit me, kick me, threaten, and once he raped me...now I'm the abuser. Now I get to watch him shuffle, try to escape, and even hear him bed for mercy. Yes, all of my senses will be satisfied. I'll hear him scream and beg, I'll watch him try to wiggle away, I'll taste his blood as I slowly use one of my knifes of choice across his skin then bring it to my mouth, I'll feel his tan skin and blood create a slickness like no other, I'll smell his skin when I stick screwdrivers in his calfs. I watch the tears drip from his eyes as he looks around and realizes his fate. I watch him try to get out of the chair behind mascara streaked eyes, no longer caring if I'm pretty enough that today he may not hit me as much. I've never felt so powerful. I grab a corner of the strip of duck tape covering his mouth all the way to the back off his neck, I wanted to make it hurt more. "Stop trying to lick the tape, Ezra, I'm taking it off for you. I rip the tape from his mouth and discard it on the floor. "LET ME GO YOU CRAZY FUCKING BITCH" He wails. "Such a shame, you already want to leave?" I fein in mock sympathy. Then drop to my knees in front of him like you would to pet a dog. "Well, unfortunately for you, pretty boy, I've only just started.