The counter top is a ridge of pain along my lower back, and though I want to keep accepting, keep being pliant, it's hard not to grimace. He's so insistent, so furious, so... so drunk.
I tug my arm a little, seeing if he'll at least let go of my wrist.
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Date: 2012-09-24 03:13 am (UTC)I tug my arm a little, seeing if he'll at least let go of my wrist.