Rough

Rough

She lay on the floor bleeding with blood streaming down her face and body. Taichi grabbed her by her waist, and threw her over to the other side of their apartment. She whimpered in fear and pain, as he kept on beating her. A brute knife was taken out of its holder from the kitchen, as Taichi approached her with it. Her nerves were terrified, and all she did was lay there limp.

With fierce fire in his eyes, he stared at her with sheer madness. His face seemed to be humorous though, with a violent grin on his face. She looked up at him with fright gleaming in her hurt eyes. With cuts and scars on her arms, face, legs, abdomen, and many other places, she couldn't bear more of them. She had a pleading expression, asking him to stop. Begging him to.

Once he stood right in front of her, as she lay against the wall, she looked away from him. Her back was against the wall, and her face was looking over to the windows on the right side. Taichi saw that she was trying to ignore him, so he did something about it. Sora's eyes winced with pain, let out a scream, gasped for air, as he kicked her stomach. Sweat dripped from Sora's forehead as she held her stomach and tried breathing normally as though whenever she did she felt a twinge of muscle suffer.

The sweat slowly made small drops of liquid and as they fell, soaked in the small portion of rug right underneath her chin. Sora breathed steadily and slowly, each breath a gift for her survival. One breath at a time she took… one breath… closing her eyes, she tried exhaling and inhaling peacefully. Taichi didn't stop though; he grabbed her again, and picked her up. From being so weak, she couldn't fight back; he was too strong and dynamic.

He carried her to their room, and threw her on the bed. Taichi walked to the side of the bed, with his knife in handy. Her eyes widened as she hit the medium hard bed with force and closed them not wanting to see what happens. Sora went into shock and was almost knocked unconscious by the throw, and just lay there asleep and silent.

Taichi had inflicted serious damage to Sora's tender body, and even worse, he had mortified her by his cruel actions. Not following what he originally wanted to do to her, he set the knife to the side, and went in the bathroom to get a washcloth.

Sora's feelings were stirred and afraid. The depression she felt of was taunting her even more along with the brutal physical pain she received daily. She asked herself of why she had to be living like that. She did not move, but thought about all the miserable events that took place almost everyday.

He returned with a wet washcloth and started rubbing gently to her wounds. It felt nice, but she didn't understand why he acted so viciously evil, and now as if kind and sweet.

To be continued.