Inspiration's Idea of a Sick Joke, Part IV (the end)...
Mixing work with fun never turns out well...
7. "Such a muddy line between/ The things we want/ And the things we have to do." –Sheryl Crow
He wanted to choke her. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to swipe that silly smirk off her face with nothing but his hand. He wanted to fuck her (over) and make her bleed.
She needed to distract him. A minute, just a moment, to allow the others to escape. So when he grabbed her hands, just like the last time (wow, he really needed to let go) she struggled to set him off balance and "slipped" in the mud at their feet. He landed on top of her.
He needed to hurt her. Needed to keep her down.
She needed him to see only her.
Distraction, distraction; she was a distraction!
Mouths collided. And the world screamed.