The Prey

I didn’t know when I was shifted from the hardness of the wall to the silky sheets.

It was a dilemma of desires. Of bodies.

His mouth was on mine again and hurried hands pulled at the strings of my dress. I barely had time to react before I was flipped on my stomach with a gasp. “Judas…”

“Don’t stop me, ptichka… I will not be able to.”

I didn’t know where his body ended and mine began anymore. He moved above me, against me, within me. Frantically, almost desperate, and for a moment, I swear he forgot I was a human, flesh and bone in his cruel...