Page 67 of Her Sloth
“ME? You and your need to prove to everyone how wonderful you are—“
“I SAVED YOUR FUCKING ASS!!!” I roar so aggressively that spit flies from my mouth. I don’t know why and how, but she makes me aggressive on a level I can’t deal with.
“You meddled in my shit, and now we are stuck here because they shut the shit city down!!!!”
She pushes me back.
“They would have busted you five blocks further!”
“I would’ve been long gone if not for your fucking stunt,” she says, pressing her body into me and not backing off from my aggressiveness.
I purse my lips, close to saying a thing I will never unsay, and then I stop myself. Instead, my voice gets silent and dark.
“You are just too proud to acknowledge you need me.”
Whack.
She hits me full on in the temple.
I retaliate, and we get into a fight.
She hits me so hard once I sway slightly—I try to kick her in retaliation, but she grasps my leg and pulls me off balance.
I land on the dusty ground.
Spin round.
She jumps onto me, like a rider, and hits me again.
“You—“
Whack.
“Fuckin—“
Whack.
“Elitist—“
Whack.
But all I feel is her sitting on me.
Her ass pressing onto my lap.
My lips part.
I don’t fight her anymore, because the sensation in me freezes me. Those eyes with all the anger in them that glare at me—
“Fight!” she shouts.
But I can’t. Or rather, I don’t want to, because there is only that heated sensation spreading through me.
Whack.
She strikes me again so hard my face falls to the side.
A grin appears on my face as I bite my bottom lip and I just react.
