As his crimson, slippery fist collided with her stunned face she was forced sideways, clutching the counter for support as she put her hand to her cheek, shaking with a mixture of fear and anger. She looked up at him from her crouched position as he stared at his own fist, seemingly in disbelief at his vicious potential. She clenched her jaw, straightening up as she spit blood from her mouth.
'Hit me all you want, you fucking bastard, it won't change anything.'
She braced herself for another strike of his hard fist; it was the only contact they would ever share. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers and for a moment a hint of regret glinted there before he saw her reaching towards a drawer containing aggressive looking knives. A dark smirk crossed his features as he acknowledged her movements.
'You? Hurt me? You wouldn't, you can't. You're too weak, besides, all I have to do is give you one little kiss and you pathetically fall for me again. Come on then bitch, do your worst.'
Her hand hovered above the sharp implements, her eyes searching his for some recognition or compassion, her shoulders heaving with her heavy breathing and a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, contrasting brilliantly with her snow white skin. She knew herself that she'd never be able to fight him, and the tears began to spill over her cheeks as he laughed without humour. She slammed the drawer shut as her eyes fell to the ground. He moved towards her, taking her chin in his hand as he exerted power over her. He made her look up into his eyes as he reasserted himself.
'See? I won't hurt you if you do as you're told.'
He bent his head closer to hers and she felt herself wanting him all over again, but her heart was no longer elated by his touch and the feeling of his breath mingling with hers made her throat tighten and her stomach produce bile. She knew that this meant nothing to him.
I've forgotten you.
Just as he went to press his cold lips to her own, which were at the point of screaming hate filled poison at him she drew herself up, slamming her knee in between his legs, resulting in him releasing her and doubling over in front of her at which point she struck again, slamming her fist into the back of his head as hard as she could.
'Not anymore.'
She strode out of the kitchen, leaving him there, finally having his ego dented. She kept her head high and her walk strong until she was out of sight, at which point she fell against the wall, tears streaming down her face as she stumbled along the corridor back to her room. She slammed the door as hard as she could, her chest heaving with heart breaking sobs, locking and bolting the door shut.