For Love…
A sweet smile cracked her drooling face, laughter streaming down her cheeks. He’d taken so little, but she felt so light - a huge weight lifting from her mind. For the first time in years, she felt her spirits soar unrestrained, enjoying the sensation without a modicum of grounding self-awareness.
She looked up at him, gurgling with the sheer freedom, her liberated joy spilling unchecked.
“Is it everything you wanted?”
She nodded, her enthusiasm spraying her tear-salted spittle in an electric arc before her. The gratitude radiated from her upturned face. He bent down, wiping the stream of wetness from her tear duct, looking for signs of damage.
“Does it still hurt?”
She lifted a hand to her face, vaguely aware of the numb area around her eye, her fingers tracing the ghost of his gentle touch. He looked at her, the shell of the woman he knew, trying to hide the pain wrinkling his forehead.
“Not there,” He put his hand over his heart, “inside, does it still hurt?”
Confusion danced her wet face.
“Why would it hurt?”
He couldn’t ask for more than that.
To Loosen the Lips
She held his gaze while he brought the cold steel to the peach fuzz of her cheek. She hadn’t flinched yet. He gripped her head, raising his left leg, placing his foot hard against her thigh as she glared at him defiantly, refusing to break.
He didn’t say a word, squeezing her face, pulling her head towards him, licking the glaze of sweat from her cheek.
He traced the hard edge of the blade over her lips, slipping the thin, cool metal between them. She didn’t resist, parting them with a soft gasp, allowing him to press the knife against her tongue. Fear blushed her cheeks in hot panic as she felt the razor edge against her taste buds.
She stared into his dark eyes, the tears already betraying her - much to his amusement.
He adjusted his grip, holding her by the bone of her chin as he carefully wiggled the knife, taunting her. Excitement flooded his face, still only inches from her own, taking in every detail.
With a sudden flick of his wrist, the knife cut into the edge of her mouth, the white hot pain screaming through her in a time stopping explosion. She gripped the chair she was bound to, pain seizing her muscles.
Terror took over, she tried to pull away, to resist, but he held her firm, pinning her with the weight of his body.
The sharp blade eased through the hollow of her cheek, the muscular tissue parting to widen her smile. Bowing open, the fine filigree of flesh formed a glistening red extension of her lips.
The pain numbed her mouth, drool mixing with the hot blood streaming down her neck, unable to stop the tears salting her wounds.
A little loving lobotomy! <3 this was my first thought when I saw the image, and it just flowed for me, i very much hope her having just been voluntarily lobotomised came across. I only just managed to get To Loosen the Lips ready to post, could have worked on it some more, but not on my phone and on the go, so voila, as is. I have really struggled to work out which way round to have these in relation to each other, For Love is the better note to end on, but To Loosen the Lips doesn't leave the right vibe to then go onto For Love. Let me know what you think!
This is my entry to @vermillionfox's #foxtales contest - the latest round can be found here - check out all the entries under the tag and give her a follow for more great art and this wonderful regular contest <3
Artwork by the amazing @vermillionfox - provided as the prompt for this contest <3