Break game (freewrite)

Her lips are red and swollen, but still, he slaps her hard and she smiles, showing off the blood, because she likes it. She likes his power, although he doesn't. He's a very nice guy, but now, it's like his filter has been switched off and he doesn't answer to anyone no more. It's like she does something to him, she appeals to a need in him that nothing else can satisfy. So, he plays the game.
He watches her lips form a round shape, almost like a perfect coin, but bigger. And dirtier. She's asking something, she's begging him, but he doesn't listen, he suddenly doesn't care what she has to say, because she's driven him angry and insane. He rips the clothes off her back and grabs her arms, her fists, and every protest that she might utter, and he throws it all on the floor.

Neither of them expected this, or maybe she did, but he certainly did not. He never expected to want this game to go beyond what it was and he glances, in passing, at the coins on the table beside them. It's still all a game that no one has to know about. He closes his eyes and allows his nails, just a bit too long, to dig into her flesh, pulling, raking, leaving blood marks in their wake. He wants.
He wants too much now to contain her screams and her protests. Somewhere in the distance, he registers that he's gone too far and that for her, it's not a game anymore. But he does not care. He cannot care, because hurting her is in his nature.
If we think about it, he's always been meant to hurt her and every decision in his life has been pointing him to this. But let's not think about it, because we might come to a grim conclusion indeed.
Lest we forget, it started off as a game, an innocent, almost childish, taunt that they threw at each other. A tickle. A laugh. The kisses weren't far behind, nor was the biting. And you know, they both thought they would stop at that. After all, neither was the kind of person who'd enjoy such...pain.
And he knows that, but he can't stop himself. He finds he is hungry for more, for pain, for a lot of begging. And he can't stop.
He closes his eyes, so as not to allow any tears ot escape, and he runs his strong hands frantically over her skin and she's laughing and crying, at the same time. She loves him for all the wrong reasons, now.
And the man looks into her eyes and stops, shocked. There is just so much pain and pleasure in them, she is too confused to go on. But it's too late. His nails have drawn thick, heavy marks threw her pale skin and those scars will be there forever.
Just like her image will be on his retina forever. It all started with a game. Look, he even paid to show there was nothing in-between them.

And yet, there it was. Because they both answered something very deep within the other. And there was no changing that.

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