This was her punishment. Fear and anxiety bundled her nerves. Together they crawled from deep in her belly to the bottom of her throat. This was the first time. Following …what she thought were his.. Â directions, she would just lightly place herself over him. She wasn’t sure how this was going to go. She thought this would be fine. In hindsight, he obviously enjoyed her naivety. That embarrassed her. It was part of her lesson.
He was quick, snatching her into a more off-balanced version. Off balanced for her. Perfectly balanced for him. His weight easily pinned her. Her arm was twisted and her wrist pinned to her back, causing her an instant amount of sharp pain that shot to her shoulder. That pain would have left her in shock had it not been followed by the intensity of the first blow. It sent a blast of ache through her body. Each strike shocked her as much as the last. She never had a moment to process before the next one.
It’s shaking me.
He’s shaking my world.
Literally.
She didn’t know how right she was.
There’s nothing to hold on to. He’s holding onto me.
The solid handling of her and the continued precise placements made the pain radiate. She was learning her lesson as the world continued to shake.
Nice! Great writing!
Thank you!