Hello again! My 4th One shot of this collection is abit experimental, this is a crack poem-type thing. O.o; It features song lyrics from Marylin Manson and doesn't really make that much sense.. really.. ish. Rated M for language and smex.
I can hear his footsteps.
Walking through the desolate park, the air crisp and frozen.
My heartbeat is racing.
The wind is cursing.
Leave me alone!
You pathetic creep.
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques watched the girl from a distance as she flaunted herself in from of the mirror. The ivy green dress she wore clung at her hips generously and the man found his tongue wetting his lips.
Flithy fucking whore.
He sunk back into the shadow of the bulding as she looked out of her window, a searching frown emulating her beautiful, innocent face before she retreated, the light turned off as the room was left empty.
What do you want from me?!
Her muffled protested drowned against his lips as his hands explored the forbidden. Her small restraint wasn't enough to make him leave as her small fist beat against his aching chest. Her face smudged with scarlet lipstick and her eyes watering black mascara.
Can't you see? You're everything.
He hated her, he fucking hated her. The way she swayed delicately when she walked past, the flutter of her eye lashes and that dress that made him sink into his deepest fantasies. That look she gave.
You can lust for me, bastard. But you'll never have me.
His fist crushed against the wall behind her head and she recoiled. She looked beautiful when she was scared shitless. His fingers pinched her jaw firmly, forcing her head back. Her sullen eyes barely able to keep eye contact.
Does it make you feel like a woman, treating me a like a dog?
His lustful anger sped up as he hitched up the hem of her skirt. Her protests grew louder, his cold fingertips grabbing, pinching her smooth, untouched skin. He was a savage.
And I love it.
She tugged at his hair, his clothes and his arms, desperate from a closer connection. A higher level of pleasure. His eyes met her own and they softened gently as the girl he held renvocted his feelings.
The bitch likes it.
His body pressured hers. Pounded her, ripped her apart. The final fight was over. He had won, like he knew he would as the girl turned woman beneath him. Wriggling and groaning into his sweat coated arms.
Rebel, Rebel, Bitch, Bitch & Don't Forget The Violence.