For Ever
mf, twist
(C) 2008 Astyanax Waynewright
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Carrie waits.

Carrie waits, laying on her back, staring at the ceiling fan as it spins around and around endlessly above her. The television drones on, but she does not hear it. She is thinking about tonight, when he will return and make love to her. Softly, tenderly, whispering in her ear. Gently caressing her breasts, hands around her slim waist. He enters her slowly, and she gasps as he fills her, his hardness causing her to tingle all over. Together they move as one, and his heady, sweaty scent overcomes her, intoxicating. Together, they are in love, and hold each other in the after time. His cock lies limp on his thigh, and she smiles and uses her mouth, to bring him to life again, and soon they are in love again, making love again, in a time that lasts for ever.

"How was your weekend, Carrie?"

"Oh, same old, same old. You know how it is."

"It's a shame you weren't able to make it out to the game Friday night. Maybe you can make it out next time?"

"Yeah. Maybe next time."

Carrie waits.

Carrie waits, feeling the cool string of pearls nestled between her breasts. He likes for her to be pretty for him, and she likes for him to like her. A hint of makeup, lingerie. Simple earrings, glittering in the light. When they make love, the pearls will tangle between them, covered in sweat. He flips her over, and she braces herself against the bed, forearms buried in the massive comforter as he takes her from behind. His strong arms grab her breasts as he pounds her from behind, her cries muffled into the pillow as he kneads her breasts, playing with the nipples between his rough, calloused fingertips. Beads of sweat fall from his forehead, his chest, dimpling her back. Soon they are both slick with sweat, and he finishes inside her, and she feels him filling her up. She turns back around, takes him back into her mouth with a glint and a grin, tasting herself on him, himself in her. They shower together, washing and cleaning each other as the water cascades down over them, trickling down her neck and her back, and they hold each other tightly, closely, in a time that lasts for ever.  

"How is the project coming along, Carrie? You know we have to present next week."

"I'm sorry, I haven't had a chance to work on it as I should. Things have been busy at home."

"Well, make sure you get your part taken care of. This is important, okay?"

"Yeah. I know."

Carrie waits.

Carrie waits, trembling and hoping against hope that he will not remember that she did not pack his lunch properly, forgetting the fruit and the can of soda. She hears the squeal of tires in the driveway and knows he did not forget, as the car door slams shut and the screen door bangs open. She tries to smile as she sees the fire in his eyes, and she knows it will be bad tonight. She tries not to cry as he slaps her, knocking her to the ground, screaming and cursing, and the bulge in his pants is not loving tonight, it is not tenderness or caring tonight, tonight it is pain and terror as he bears his full weight into her, and he doesn't even take his pants off, just unzips his fly and there it is, and she can feel it's warmth for a split second before it tears into her backside, and she cries and cries but he doesn't care as he pounds into her. She scrambles to try and get away, but oh no you don't he yells and shoves her head forward into the side of the dresser and she sees stars and spots and for a moment she can't feel him, but there he is again, still inside her, still pulsing and she knows he won't be satisified with this and she is right.

He finishes inside her, and grabbing her around the throat holds her against the wall as he tears her clothes off, the lingerie he bought, the pearl necklace snapping and the tiny glistening orbs scattering across the floor, the tearing searing pain as the earrings come straight out, the warmth of blood dribbling down her ears and onto her shoudlers distracts her from the soreness below, the blood running down her legs, and she almost blacks out but he knows better than to let her that escape. He uses the pain to keep her awake as he rapes her, and rapes her, and rapes her, and soon there are no tears, no crying, no sobbing, just an ache in her body, an ache in her heart, and an ache in her soul in a time that lasts for ever.

"Carrie, where were you yesterday? Your group had to do the presentation without you."

"I'm sorry. My… Alarm clock didn't go off. I didn't wake up until the afternoon."

"Carrie, this is going to be your eighth unexcused absence this semester. I would hate for you to have to repeat seventh grade for something as silly as this. Please try make it to school from here on out, okay?"

"Yeah… I will."

Carrie waits.

Carrie waits, laying on her back, staring at the ceiling fan as it spins around and around endlessly above her. The television drones on, but she does not hear it. She is thinking about tonight, when he will return and make love to her. Softly, tenderly, whispering in her ear. Gently caressing her breasts, hands around her slim waist. He enters her slowly, and she gasps as he fills her, his hardness causing her to tingle all over. And as he enters her, so she will enter him, the thin blade of the knife up under his shoulder blades, angling up into the heart so full of love and lust and hate. And he will gasp as they are inside each other, and she will twist the blade so it stays in, and hold him as the life blood will flow out onto them, covering them in the life that is also death, a crimson scarlet freedom releasing her as she holds him, in a time that lasts for ever.

Carrie waits.