ain't it good tonight
Pushing herself against the bedroom door, she's shivering but stands tall against the yelling outside. Not tonight, Martha, she commands herself. Not this night. You open that goddamn door, child! What if there was a fire? What would I tell your mother: she wanted to be alone. I'll teach you to be alone…
She musters all her strength, guarding that door as if the piece of wood could protect her life, or her dirtied innocence. He slams against it from the other side, roaring with efforts. It swings open noisily, hurtling her across the room. He closes the door quietly and suddenly that door, that lifeline, locks her in her own filthy hell.
It starts and he talks to her during it, grossly, dirtily. Like that? Slut. She pulls herself into her mind and runs through the alphabet, one letter at a time. L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T...
You lose.