The Hell Behind Her

He released her hand and she fell back into a mess. It was over and she could breathe again. She was lost in the moment; the pain of the act was fading. Now she was back where she started, on the ground of an alley somewhere in midtown. The cold water from the downpipes pooled under her head and down the length of her body. The warm run of blood down her leg felt alien to her cold, stark surroundings.
She couldn’t scream. Only give a rasping wheeze. Her lips were shattered and bleeding where he held his sweaty course hands. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked around for help but instead they focused on the creature that did this to her.

He was standing and adjusting himself and looking down at his newest creation. His latest destruction. He looked out to the street in front of the alley. The buses were late today and he did not need to rush. Time was on his side.

She lifted her head to find help but she could only see the street lamp shining behind him blinding her. Her body started to scream a thousand pains as she heard him giggled to himself and start to walk away. She knew that if he left he was gone forever. She could not remember anything that would help catch him.

This was not fair. He does not deserve to leave. He does not deserve to breathe as I breathe. He does not deserve the pride that he took. With all the anger, the fear and hate her heart could muster she screamed. But the scream did not come from the mouth but emanated from her soul. Her eyes blazed as she screamed at the thoughts of her children, her husband and her life, tarnished and blackened.

She screamed to the winds, the sky, to God, to anyone for help. She screamed into the mist for an ally and no one came. Then the world stopped and she saw the shadows of the alleyway seep into life and circled into darkness. It took a silhouette and the darkness walked toward her and brought with it cold fire. It danced around her and whispered in her ear….I will listen, I will help….Her soul shivered and her mind convulsed at what was not and should not be.

Think of the pain…It said…think of me...

The fragments of gravel lodged in the ripped skin on her back from the alleyway floor. The open nerves off her broken lips as it sparked and stabbed with the cold. The pain of her thighs and where he forced his weight to keep her pinned. Finally, the flush of agony from higher up her thighs and within. The centre of her being. The sacred area that had brought her love and family. Now, torn and screaming for the pain of a gender abused. His desecration ran through every fibre of her body and when that was full it searched again and found her spirit and worked its dance of agony.

Tell me…it flirted…let me…it teased.

For them…it rallied.

YES she screamed and whispered and convulsed and stated. The darkness roared and covered the world she loved as it entered her. The pain heightened again but this time it brought fire, cold fire.

Time started again and she was back on the floor of the alleyway. She moaned and he turned at the noise to see looking at him. Her face contorted in a work of pain he created. She was now beautiful to him. But something was wrong as he moved closer to listen. She was……Laughing? No, no she is ruining it all he thought. He moved in closer and he raised his boot.

Her arm shot up and grabbed his groin. The grip was sharp and teeth like. She rose off the ground and looked him in the eyes. He looked into her broken face still covered in dirt and blood. Her eyes now reflected ebony and nothing. Still holding him strongly she leaned into his ear….oh you want a lover do you?

Let me love you…it growled hungrily as it clenched her fist tighter until she felt a pop and then warm blood through her fingers. Opening its mouth, it kissed him deeply. Its tongue twirled around his own and tighten pulling it into hers mouth. Then pain…it bit down and tore its mouth away.

It let him go and he fell to the ground. He looked up and it floated above him. The broken woman with hell around her, behind her and within her. He was small again. He was powerless again, like he was in bars and school halls. He was the little man in the basement. He was little. A scream rose to his throat but blood gurgled its sound. He crawled toward the alley opening to the street. The pain in his groin had made his legs powerless. He crawled with all his will until he felt its hand on the back of his belt. She ripped the belt off and with it the back of his pants.

She put her foot on his back and pushed down. She looked down at his hairy ass and smiled. Oh lover ….it smiled….let us embrace again. It raised its hand to the air and her fingers grew and grew to a cragged, gnarled length of a dead winter branch.

It looked down and tickled the flesh of his buttocks, slowly separating the cheeks and circling in between.

Terrified he looked behind him and saw a light leave its body and into the sky.

It looked up and sighed...They can never stay to the end… the light shooting upwards and disappearing.

We are alone now my love..it promised as it found his fleshy entrance and plunged its fingers

The alleyway rippled at its laughter and the shadows giggled at his pain. He belonged to it now and time was not on his side.