escusanarchy

Three days since the rising and he had almost forgotten what it felt like. He tossed the flyer for the annual barbeque onto the copier bed; hit one…zero then green. Where was it? Ah. Start. The machine whirled to life. Must remember to send one to the boss before posting it around the office. Need his confirmation. A flash from the copier threw light into his face, turning his blue eyes ghostly white and his soft blonde hair gold in a dull, mechanical halo. He pushed his gray rimmed glasses up his long nose and loosened his black tie against the buttoned up shirt. Same shirt he wore that night, the last rising. Like a rush of warm air throug

She screamed. One last time. With each breath in..out..the cold got in. Forced its way down her lungs. He was against her, her against the tree. Her nails dung into his neck. His shoulders. His back. But he was relentless. She screamed and her throat burned. He pushed harder, tore at her exposed body faster. Her eyes darted open as all the sound left her. She could smell rain. Blood. Her skin tingled as the cold touched her, as his hands left her. Prints. She could still feel his fingers. A thrust in again, grunting. Her head spun, and she felt everything coming down on her. Dirt on her face but she was still pure. Purity deep inside,