A Ravished Rose

Joyce rolls off me, lights a cigarette, and smirks. A drop of crystal tear falls down my face. I don't know what happened, honestly. I know I might have drunk a glass too many at dinner. It wasn't my fault, really. I needed the alcohol to calm my nerves and help me concentrate on my food. I needed the alcohol to numb me and stop me from running away screaming in the middle of the family dinner while Joyce's stocking foot rubbed against my trembling leg. I felt sick. I felt scared. I was helplessly frightened. But I should've known something wasn't right when my mother smiled her kind, beautiful smile and asked Joyce to be a dear and drive me home. I should've known what was going on when Joyce turned to look at me with an evil gleam in her predator eyes and licked her blood-red lips. I could hear my Grandma Bella muttering something and singing a song. I could sense the change in the air as my smiling mother opened the front door for us. I wanted to scream for help. I really did. But I had no strength let and I couldn't make a sound. The stars were so bright. The moon moon was so dim. How the winds were laughing. They laughed with all their might. And just like the calf with a mournful eye who was doomed to die, the red-haired she-devil drove me away from my mother's nice cozy house and then stripped me naked, tied me up, and ravished me on my own groaning bed.

It all happened so fast. I really didn't have time to react. My heart moaned in pain. My brain screamed in shame. I sobbed. I pleaded. I twisted and tossed beneath a laughing Joyce. And then little Joseph betrayed me...Oh Lord, I felt so wronged, so used, so unclean...

"Oh yeah, Joseph, you taste so good." Joyce smiled down at me and casually says. I start crying.

"Oh yeah, Joseph, you are so hairy." Joyce runs a sharp fingernail on my furry chest. I cringe, shudder, and wince.

"Oh yeah, Joseph, we are going to make beautiful babies." Joyce tilted back her head and like Bellatrix Lestrange, the ever so evil and demented witch who killed the ever so handsome and dauntless Sirius Black, laughed victoriously. I whimpered and choked on my tears.

"Oh yeah, Joseph, we are so going to get married." Joyce holds me prisoner with her eerily bright eyes. "And I'm going to punish you every day and every night and make you so happy that you will forget Stephanie. Your mommy will be pleased. She will be so proud."

"No! No! No! No! No! No! NO!" Helplessly I shout in my head and tearfully curse my fate. I won't have the path of my life chosen for me. I won't have the love of my life taken away from me. I will be happy. I will be rich. Stephanie, my precious Cupcake, the woman of my dream and I will have rainbows, day after day. I will put my ring on her hand. I will stay loyal. I will remain true. I will not end up being some other crazy woman's child-making machine. I will...I will...

Desperation grabs hold of me. Reality sinks in. Pain, pleasure, regret, shame and all kinds of sensations rush through my naked, extra hairy, cuffed, shackled, and chained body.

Stephanie is already married.

She is carrying Ranger's baby.

Ranger is going to chop me up and feed me to the fish, the crabs and the shrimps if I don't stop loving Stephanie.

And now I am no longer pure.

I am tainted.

I am contaminated.

I have been marked by another woman.

I have betrayed my sweet fluffy Cupcake, my beautiful Stephanie.

Oh the shame!

Oh the woe!

Oh the pain!

And Joyce said she'll post the video of us on YouTube.

Somewhere downstairs Bob howls like a lonely terrified wolf.

Joyce puts off the cigarette and ties my 500 dollar nylon grey tie around my neck.

I know what she's going to do to me.

I know there' no escape for poor, poor me.

So I do the only thing I can.

My eyes roll back into my head.

I faint.

But somehow I know nothing will stop Joyce from ravishing me.

Nothing.

Nothing...