Quiet

His hands fumbled around the desk, knocking all of the papers, the cups, a keyboard onto the floor; he tore off her blouse, pulled up her pallid bra, and bent her over, imprinting her breasts on the spotless glass. He held her mouth shut and told her if she so much as moaned, he’d shut her up himself.

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3 comments so far

  1. Ann on

    How sad. I’d like to know what happens to the poor woman and her abuser.

  2. noahthegreat on

    Depends on your definition of abuse. Some like it rough.

  3. Ann on

    Maybe I’ve met too many of the former. This is a solid piece, by the way.


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