one of my short story, mayb i can be a writer? hehe

its a small room, the window is open and the night breeze gently shuffle the drapes. he looked over his shoulder and stare at those long and slender legs, his gaze slowly move up from those delicate toes to her back and her long black hair. as if noticing his stare, she pulled up the bed sheet to cover her body. he turned back his head and griped the bed as hard as he could but he knows there is no point, he is trapped. she can manipulate him anyway she wants, and she knows it.

every now and then she calls him out to make love, and as soon as she is done, she cast him aside as casually as if he is nothing more than a piece of used tissue. at first he tried to make her happy, he tried to be tender and loving but somehow that only made it worse, it only made the whole process a lot more painful. now all he wants is to get even, after each time they made love, he become more callouse and rough, he wants her to feel the pain he feels. and she thoroughly enjoys it, she enjoys manipulating him, enjoys seeing him being helpless and angry and frustrated. she enjoys seeing him acting like a beast being cornered and slowly being wear down by the hunter's every spear thrust. she loves it and she'll play this game until the beast lays down and surrender any will to fight.

in his heart, he still hopes for the girl he once loved to come back, to wake him from this vicious cycle of retribution and hate. but he often thought about it, and he knew in his heart its never goin to be, the wounds may heal, but the scar will never disapper. it can't be ignored and it will always bring up bitter memories filled with anger, sadness and helplessness. mayb one day he can put it all behind him and move on, start a brand new journey, in a distant land, to be a stranger in a foreign land.