New Mask, New Face

“You bitch!” His scowl changes to a smirk, and before I know it, he is invading my mouth.

I try to bite his tongue, but instead, he bites mine, and my eyes burn with tears from the pain as the tinge of blood fills my taste buds. “Jermaine!” Disgust rushes throughout my body until he has to pull away to answer his radio. The muffled voice makes it hard to get a hint at identification, but I know for a fact that it's a man.

“Yes, boss,” the other person says, and I only hear Jermaine say “Yes, boss,” and with a curt nod, he puts back his radio. And just like that, I'm saved by whoever his boss is without them knowing, or maybe they do.

“You got lucky this time,” he says, leaving the room with a slam, and I harshly wipe my lips; just as soon as I do, the tears start coming.

He invaded my body with his filthy mouth. How much further can he take things all in the name of revenge?