Get up

You start to get up, and her knee hits you in the chest, knocking you down again.

Broken and beaten, you lie there as her lips embrace your llps, her fingers tighten on your nostrils, and your breath once again leaves your body.

As you lay there, struggling to breathe what could be your last breath, Martha makes you regret your earlier attempts to resist. Her legs and remaining hand deliver pain on your body where her mouth had earlier provided pleasure. When darkness finally arrives, it’s almost a relief.