Prose

He's My Nicotine

written by: KamealliamG

She was running, glancing behind her every few steps. He was walking briskly, but somehow still drawing near. Frantically trying to hasten her pace, she forced her legs to carry her farther, quicker, but she couldn't. Her knees gave in but she didn't give up. She glanced over her shoulder. He had stopped...right behind her. Stifling a scream for fear of setting off the alarm and awakening her parents, she froze. By now, she was at her own back door. She turned around, but just as she was about to enter, he took her by the arm. She froze once more. He said nothing, but placed his arm on her waist and lifted her up horizontally, with her legs dangling off the other end. She would have struggled but she knew he could easily overpower her, so she played along.

He carried her in silence across the lawn and into the woods. After what seemed like an eternity, he placed her down on a log, gently. She was shivering, not only because of the sudden chill, but because she was alone with him. He could do anything.

Taking what looked like rope from his pocket, he began to uncoil it, while slowly taking her hand and wrapping the rope gently but securely. She refused to fight back, because this is what he wanted and she wouldn't give it to him. He was no longer her boyfriend so she wouldn't satisfy him. Being rather sadistic by nature, he enjoyed the idea of gaining full control, but now she was surrendering.

She knew she wouldn't ever forgive herself for playing along, but she couldn't let him become a rapist. Much as he hurt her, she still loved him. Loved him with a broken heart. Loved him, but not enough to give herself willingly.

By now, he had taken her to a tree, and wound the rope around her waist and the tree. She shivered recklessly. It was a chilled summer's morning, and the morning was still young. The bark still felt moist from early dew.

He closed in. Shirtless. His muscular build was perfect. Not unnatural, but tight. His smooth skin rubbed against hers as he breathed on her neck. Too softly, he held her waist and kissed her neck, moving his hands up and down her body. She felt sick, but it felt good. Sh wanted to tell him to stop, but he'd only force her more. His lips grazed against hers, pushing warm air onto her face. She closed her eyes.

Her mind tried to fight it, but her body surrendered. He was an addiction. He was like nicotine to her: The harder she tried to quit the louder her body screamed. He was bad for her and she knew it, but she couldn't break free.

He moved down gently, his hand on her behind, and the other hand on the small of her back. He kissed her lips with a trace of annoyance. Annoyed because she was either bored, or a very good actress. Little did he know, her actions betrayed how she was really feeling.

Unbuttoning her first two buttons, he placed one hand on her chest near her heart, and seemed satisfied at the rapid speed it was beating. With his lips upon her ear and his hand moving to un-clip her bra, he whispered the first words he'd said all day, "I know you still love me. I know you still want me."

She went numb. Her hands loosened at the rope she had subconsciously tugged on. She could no longer hide it. She moved her head and kissed him, not fallaciously this time. Satisfied, he took her shirt off and kissed her back. Slowly removing her bra, placing his hand on her heart again, he kissed her neck once more, then whispered faintly, "Let me fix that."

Almost believing him, she let him take the lead. She almost let him be her boyfriend again.Almost.