Page 56 of Once Upon a Fable

She blinked; her eyes went fuzzy. Her nails dug deeper into my arms as instinct made her fight. She thrashed as my hand tightened. And tightened.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak.

I shook as her pulse turned into erratic spurts beneath my thumb.

Her mouth opened, gasping, her hands struggling to stay on my arm as her oxygen levels depleted.

Finish it.

The repetitive urge to end this nightmare raced down my fingers.

I didn’t want to have to deal with this shit. Sex wasn’t worth it. I wasn’t strong enough to keep my past buried and believe I could fuck a girl who had no choice but to spread her legs for me.

Do it.

I squeezed.

She fought harder, kicking, gasping.

Isqueezed.

Her eyes bugged with horror then reluctantly fluttered shut.

Her knees gave out.

She slithered down the wall as I let her go.

All that fight. All that passion.

Gone.

Fuck.

The pressure in my cock transferred to my heart. It smothered my insides. It cracked my ribs. It physically fucking hurt to see her crumple on the floor unconscious.

I backed up.

What the hell did I do?

She deserved it.

She can’t be here.

You can’t be around her.

I dug ten fingers into my hair, clutching at my skull where such misery lived.

In the short time she’d been here, her spirit had tainted this place. Fables wasn’t empty before. Now it was. It grew colder the longer she lay unmoving at my feet.

My stomach clenched.

I felt sick.

Come on, breathe.

Dropping my hands, I nudged her with my bare foot. I wasn’t ready to stop playing this game. I wasn’t ready to admit that whatever she’d done to me hadn’t ended when her heart did.

Come on...