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Three months, twenty-three days, six hours, three minutes, and twelve … thirteen … fourteen …

A Serenade of Fireflies

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I've never had a good life and I try not to let that define me.

The days are long, and the nights even longer, but there's hope now.

I've watched him show me the promise of something better. I've seen that glory can be found in the hands of a stranger, and I know that it will all be okay eventually.

I have to get him to notice me—to realize that I'm more than just a shadow lurking outside of his home.

That I deserve this as much as I need it.

He'll help me.

I'll just have to be brave enough to knock on his door and ask.

Prologue

I’ve looked in the window longer than I should have, and I feel even more useless than the woman inside. He’s been beating her for the past half an hour, and she’s smiling and seemingly telling him to hit her harder. At least that how’s the situation presents itself, because each time she attempts to get to her feet, he pushes her back down, and she smiles up adoringly with her cracked lips and bruised cheeks.

I don’t understand how something like that can be pleasurable, yet they both seem to be delighted in the act.

It’s been four times now that I’ve come to their window every night and watched as he pummels her—sometimes with an open hand, sometimes with a belt, and sometimes with whatever happens to be handy.

It’s sick, but they equally enjoy it.

And I do too.

I take a deep breath as my body begins to shake. I know I shouldn’t linger, and I know I shouldn’t watch, but they intrigue me to the point that I keep coming back to see what he uses next.

It’s a vice, what they share, and while I’ve never known an uncruel hand placed on my body, I find myself oddly needing to watch them for as long as I can without getting caught.

I rub my clit faster, and my breath becoming shakier as he knocks her down again. Her body looks like it’s trembling, and I don’t know how much more she can take.

I bite down on my lip as she turns onto her back, a huge smile on her face. She’s holding something up to him—a gift, it seems—and he reaches down to take it with a smile, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. I can’t see what it is from here, but I would imagine it being enough that he seems to have rewarded her with affection instead of another open hand.

Hit her again,I request quietly as my breathing becomes more restricted, the pool between my legs becoming stickier as I slide a finger into my opening. I use my thumb to keep working my clit, and when he does what I silently begged him for, my pussy begins to convulse as I finally reach my climax.

A tired smile creeps across my lips, and that’s when I decide I’ve watched long enough for one night, the evidence glistening on my fingertips as I hold my wet fingers up in front of me.

It’s also when something dawns on me. As I put my fingers to my mouth and suckle the taste from them, I peer a little closerat the woman on the carpeted floor underneath him. Before he’s descended on her and shoved his cock into her like he’s done each night I’ve stood here and watched, I find myself becoming slightly confused.

It’s not the same girl as the night before.

The realization makes me turn away quickly and begin the short trek back home. I live no more than two blocks away, in a small one-story house, and while I know that I can easily get my rocks off by watching some internet porn, I prefer live action.

That’s my affliction.

I accept it even though I don’t understand it. It’s who I become at night, and his home is always the one I find myself as the nights go on, watching him fuck and violently dominate the woman …women… inside as they beg for more.

I only hope that someday soon, I can be one of them too.

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