Dry... was her mouth as she tried to speak the words. Dry from fear, Dry from pain, Dry from exhaustion.
Why was she continuously hurting herself like this? Everyday allowing this man to upset her, hurt her feelings, dampen her flame. It's the worst sort of self harm there is allowing someone else to diminish everything you are as a human.
She was infatuated with him though she couldn't pull away from him. She was addicted and he was her drug! She didn't know if she truly wanted to give him up either maybe the drama, the pain he was causing was bringing some painful excitement into her usual dull life.
But he didn't care for her at all. He got off on breaking her spirit, breaking her heart, breaking her soul. It didn't bother him at all what he was doing to her because he didn't love her, he never had seen himself loving her but because the woman he did love had broken him so easily he felt she needed to pay for the other woman's mistakes.
So with each pain he dished to her his smile got a little more wicked, his laugh a little louder and his hate for woman a little more intense.
Courtney Christiansen 2016