The Third Door [NaNoWriMo 2014]

"I died.
Now I live.
But I live within the boundaries of my head.
What happens on the outside is beyond my control."
Constructive criticism is very welcome on this. I will be updating in small sections, but I will probably republish this with proper chapter splits when I finish it. © 2014 Parsavagely


12. Chapter 3 Part 1

A heavy hand strikes her face, she does not cry out, or argue, or tense. She accepts her punishment, knowing that it was worth it for the brief moment of happiness she indulged in. The heavy hand pushes into her back, aggravating the injury he made in their last struggle. She stumbles forward, but does not show sign of her pain. Instead she walks straight through the first door, or tries to; the heavy hand grabs her wrist and pulls her to him. He moves closer, taking in the scent of her hair, his heavy hand running up her arm. She closes her eyes and remains neutral, trying to ignore the breathing on her neck.

“I will forgive you, this time.” His lips hardly move, he releases his grasp on her. She turns without a second glance and steps through the door. He follows, but her passive resistance irritates him, more so than her screams, more than her kicks, more than her escape. A heavy hand slams against the frame, followed swiftly by the door.

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