He was bored and looking for new highs, new excitements. This was one way.
She followed him up the back stairs to his apartment. They smelled of dust and pee. Slept in worse, she thought.
My flat, come in, he said, locking the door behind him.
His flat was untidy. His hand slapped her hard across the face and he caught her hair before she hit the floor, pulling her back upright. He hit her twice in quick succession, stomach then face, then threw her backwards onto an unmade bed.
This is something different, he thought, forgetting his previous boredom.
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
Told ya so lady. Or maybe you’re not one of those...