When she woke up, he was gone. After blinking away the sleepiness from her eyes, she padded into the kitchen in her bare feet. He was reading the newspaper, but something felt off about him. His jaw was clenched, and he was tapping his foot. When he finally looked up, he glanced over her pajama-clad body dismissively before returning to his reading.
"You're late," he said without looking up again.
What is his problem? she thought, her anger rising by the second. She stood still, unsure of what to do, but sure that she wouldn't have anything more to do with the slob in front of her. After a minute of oppressive silence, his eyes met hers for the first time since the night before. Unlike then, there was no passion in them, merely disapproval. His lips formed a flat, disappointed line.
"Is there something wrong? I haven't eaten anything yet, but I'm not hearing the stove turn on."
It didn't make any sense, but, for some inexplicable reason, she still wanted to please him. She mechanically began to heat up a frying pan, wondering why on earth she was doing it. She fetched the eggs and butter from the refrigerator, silently put a slice of butter on the frying pan, and began to crack the eggs. She focused completely on the task at hand, trying to ignore her conflicting thoughts. She heard his chair scrape, but didn't look at him. She didn't feel like looking at his face. She started beating the eggs with a fork, turning towards the stove.
She felt him behind her. His hot breath tickled her ear. His hands wrapped around her abdomen, pulling her into his body. She tensed up at first, but then slowly relaxed. He must have just been feeling cranky this morning, she thought, feeling secure again in his firm embrace.
But his arms kept tightening, far passed a hug into a painful, rib-aching squeeze. He just kept squeezing and squeezing, harder and harder. It was hard to think. It was hard to breathe. She involuntarily began to kick and struggle, but it was hopeless. He was much too big, much too strong for her to do anything except wait for him to tell her what he wanted.
"Tomorrow, you're getting up early." he growled in her ear, loosening his grip on her body after what seemed like an eternity. He turned her around to face him and let his arms fall to the ground. His eyes blazed, pinning her in place with his gaze alone. "Do you understand?"
Submitted November 13, 2016 at 05:36AM by MattNaimark http://ift.tt/2fIcwSd dirtypenpals
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