Page 43 of His Cursed Heart

My breathe is gone. My fingers are trembling.

His hot and wet mouth is making circles around the garter and my vision is getting blurry.

Why is this pleasurable?

His breathing is sending a wave of hot air and his hair is making the ache more painful.

I yelp suddenly when I feel his angry teeth penetrating my skin. I put my right hand on his head and I pull his hair hard.

I can't control my body.

And I hate it.

Keaton starts to take down the garter and when it reaches my ankles, he rips it off with his teeth.

Like an animal.

A beast.

We look into each other's eyes and it's like we have a full conversation with them.

I hate you.

I hate how you make my body feel.

He grins and lights a cigarette right here and now.

My lungs are begging for the smoke and he hands me the cigar.

I look at my father who has an angry face, but my face is turned by the big hand and I meet the green eyes.

"You are my wife. I own you, not your father." And he puts the cigar between my lips.

I inhale a big part of the cigar and I stand up, still not reaching his chin.

I blow the smoke in his face and I whisper: "No one owns me."

"It's a matter of time, little fox."

The night passes very hard.

I am forced to talk with different people about different topics and all I want to do is die.

Having conversations with drunk men? I'd rather kill them.

I see a few drunk men, friends of Papa's, but not those friends, rising from their seats and screaming: "Bed her! Bed her!"

I look at Venus and she looks at me angry.

It's time to leave Italy.

I see Keaton coming to me and give a hand. I took it and rise next to him.

Vincent runs to me and his scared eyes are making mine shut.

I kneel in front of him and take his precious face in my hands.

"Be good for Venus, okay?" I feel my heart squeeze in pain.

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