Down to Fuck

“Well fuck you then! Seriously? Just, get out already!”

She smelled the on his breath as he angrily pointed to the door. She walked out, kicking over a stack of empty cans as she left, tears streaming down her cheeks. Still, the fact that she had finally managed to break free of him gave her some comfort.

The birds chirped their morning tune as she left the house and started her long trek home. Her memories of the night before were hazy; she remembered letting him hypnotize her again, and even just that memory sent a shiver of arousal down her spine. Even though he was a slightly abusive and had no real future prospects, she had loved his ability to hypnotize her. She even found him slightly more tender when she had no control.

Shaking her head, the woman walked on, listening to the sound of light traffic as she tried to recall her night. She remembered a car ride, but then she was suddenly sipping wine in a fancy restaurant, already buzzed. For some reason, she thought she remembered her dress being lifted to expose her thighs. After that, though, everything was a blur.

The woman’s brow furrowed as voices flitted through her memory. As quickly as they came, they vanished. For a moment she thought that she remembered something important, but she couldn’t seem to place it. Finally, she continued walking, taking in the sounds of a new morning all around her.