Love, Obsession, Torture
I opened my eyes, my brain finally settling on the moment he swore to never hurt me again, when he had his knees down, his head dropped low to my feet, his lips driving around my skin, sending prickling heat through my body.
“All he does is lie to me.” I mouthed to myself, sniffling and brushing over my skin with my knuckles. I knew I would get over this. But I just didn’t know how. Not when I’d constantly see him, not when I had his babies inside me. Not when I still loved him with every muscle and every bone in my body. This was a devastating torture. If I came out of this, I was never falling in love again—ever again. I turned to my side, curled in on myself, drawing up my knees to my fac