A Second Chance With Arthur?
“You are more willing now. And Carly, I’ve always wanted you. I wasn’t joking when I said it before.”
He smiled, and then brought his finger up. The same finger that I was sure he used in my sex.
He placed it inside his mouth and his tongue rolled over it.
It was messed up. Everything was messed up, yet my stomach twisted, wanting more.
*****
Arthur Wilder was once an apology I thought was sent to me, but he turned out to be a calm before the storm, a storm that almost cost my life and led to darkness, which still lingers in my soul.
Years later, when I thought I was finally in control, powerful and unstoppable, he was back to take charge of my life. In marriage. I should run away from him, to protect myself, yet I found myself lending to his dark desire.