Courtesy of Beauty

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 02, 2019

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Halfway undressed, on a hard cushion almost like a bed. The pain seems to be coming in endlessly, laughing not to cry. But it’s not coming endlessly, if it was it wouldn’t be so bad, the anticipation of the next strike more torture then the actual pain. Allowing me to think. Wondering why I let my self in this position, but not too much. Each pull tearing my thoughts away. Why, Why, Why... Wishing to get up and leave, but pride binds me as I take everything. After all, I paid for it. Looking to the ceiling with a deep breath, I can smell the incence, meant to relax, and I try to let it. Getting halfway blinded by the spotlight as my eyes wet with ambition. I'm staying in this. Somehow I'm angry with the person doing this to me, wanting to fight, yet I’m just crying tears as I laugh. I did this to myself. Maintaining a slight conversation most of it containing a load of “fuck you that hurt, ha ha”, but we both know the drill. Unspoken courtesy, humoring each others deceit. Makes it easier, they say. My burning skin now being rubbed in soothing oils, looks good I say, not that I really looked, just assumed. We exchange the common phrase “what we don’t do for beauty ~ I know right?”, putting my clothes back on and it's over until the next time.


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