Disclaimer: Pretty sure it's obvious, but I don't own the people mentioned in this. I just like to have fun with 'em y'know. They're my puppets right now (;
If you ask, I'd say they'd call her promiscuous; wanton; licentious.
She didn't care whom it was anymore, she'd devour; consume; feast and demolish them.
As long as it numbed her; scarred her; stigmatized her; left a blemish her.
Because she hated what she felt, what she was trapped with, what she couldn't escape, what she couldn't manipulate.
Because her manipulation was the only thing she had left.
Her back arches and the man grabs her hips, sliding himself deep within her. She gasps, her fists clutching on to the blankets. He smirks; adding another notch or two to his belt as his ego swells within him and he pounds into her from behind...and she moans, a little smile gleaming in her eyes as she lets him control her body before she breaks him emotionally.
She didn't believe in fairy-tales anymore, didn't believe in love and happiness, didn't believe in sparkles and butterflies, and can-do attitudes. You had to take what you wanted in this do-or-die world that God had created because that's the only way to get what you want, what you need; there was no such thing as luck, no such thing as good fortune.
And she laughed...
...and laughed...
...and laughed...
His fingers dig in to the flesh of her skin as he brings one hand up and fists her hair with it. She grunts, her eyes glazing over momentarily; she loved when they got rough with her, she wasn't a fragile porcelain doll; his strokes slow and he yanks her backward, her back pressing against his chest. He licks his lips before they attach to her neck and she closes her eyes, letting herself go this one time.
He shoves her down again, her face pressed against the mattress before he slams into her, fast and hard, to the hilt. She shrieks in surprise, her hands clawing to find purchase on something as he ravages her body; hands roaming and trailing; tongue and lips stroking, teeth nipping; she feels her walls clench and quake and she moans in surprise, her first genuine orgasm she's had in a long while as his strokes change pace; from fast and hard to long and slow.
Minutes later, after a very satisfying release; still breathing heavy, she lets herself collapse against the bed as he too finds his release and rolls to his spot beside her.
She's happy, sort of. Happy to have found a safe zone, a release, an outlet.
It's pleasurable, she feels good and she lets go of unwanted feelings as she loses herself in others.
Her temporary playmates, the pack calls them.
She walks out of the room an hour later, her eyes gleaming as she wipes her bottom lip with her thumb and smiles.
These men may think of her as a conquest, another notch, but she's the one who gets the real prize.
Because she eventually steals their hearts.
Lord, okay. I'm done ._.