Thank You

Searing pain blinds me as I try to get away.
The thrusting of my assailant makes me scream.
He doesn't like that.
He hits me, and tells me to shut up or he'll kill me.
Right now I don't care.
I just want this pain to go away.
I try biting my lip to quiet my cries.
It doesn't help, and a whimper escapes.
I can see the anger in his eyes.
I feel it as he begins to thrust harder, more violently.
His hand creeps up to my throat.
Tears flow heavily from my eyes as he begins to close his hands.
He asks me if I like it rough, and I shake my head left to right fast.
He lets go and apologizes.
He leans over my body and kisses my neck.
I can feel my throat burn with vomit; I swallow it down.
He looks me in the eyes, his are like black holes.
He asks if thar's better but I don't answer.
Big mistake; he hits me again and repeats the question.
This time I nod, mumbling yes's and sobbing at the same time.
When he smiles I feel sick.
He kisses my neck again, and trails his tongue up until he reaches my mouth.
Slowly he kisses me, pushing his tongue against my mouth.
I try my hardest to keep it closed.
That doesn't work either.
He starts thrusting harder and faster.
I can feel the blood spreading underneath me, staining the dirty sheets.
A cry I can't contain gives him the opportunity he's been looking for.
His tongue fills my mouth and he tastes vile, like alcohol and tobacco.
My whimpers sound like moans, so he thinks I'm enjoying this.
Soon his tongue matches his thrusts.
I can't help still wanting to get away.
My first idea is dumb, but I'm too scared to think further.
I wait a few seconds before biting down on his lower lip.
I bite it hard and don't let go until I can taste the blood; his, not mine.
He yells out and spits to the side, calling me a bitch.
His hand comes across my face hard amd I scream.
I don't regret my decision, even when I feel his hands at my throat again.
For some reason I feel myself smiling when he squeezes.
"Kill me," I think to myself. "Kill me please."
I know at this point I'm dead anyway.
And I know I'd rather be dead right now.
He squeezes further, and I can feel the air leaving my lungs.
I'm uncharacteristically calm, he can tell, but he doesn't care.
He continues to squeeze harder.
My vision blurs, things start to go black.
A second before my death I say one last thing to him.
"Thank you." I can no longer feel the pain.
I'm at peace now.