She sits on the floor, as he kneels into her face, spit flying "stupid-fucking-worthless-cunt", his words stinging her mind, her heart, her ears. All she can do is wish and hope that he goes away, leaves her with her tears and broken emotions. 'do you really think anyone else would want a stupid used up cunt like you?" his hand gently reaches for her hair, he runs his fingers through it, entangling them. he pulls her closer, kisses her with as much passion and affection. He yanks her head back with the hair he has in his hands, stands, pulling her up with him. with one swift motion, he pushes her down again. Her chin hits the side of the bathtub, a crunching sound radiates in her head. A salty coppery taste fills her mouth, warmth runs down the sides of her lips. She hears a soft whimpering as she begins to see black. She welcomes this blackness, because with it she knows the words and the pain goes away, even for just a little while. "fucking cunt!" she allows the darkness to envelope her in its welcome arms. she prays she stays in the darkness long enough for him to walk away and calm down. As the darkness gets a stronger hold, she feels him, groping at her, calling her a cunt, taking what belongs to him, as the darkness at last takes her, she feels him, entering her. "just a cunt, a fucking cunt" blackness....cunt....