His lips felt so rugged against mine
More like a graveyard
His arms embrace felt so firm
More like the grip of a wild animals teeth when clenched down on its prey
His dominance can be so lustful at times
But when I'm weak and he's angry I'm trapped in every woman's nightmare
In that moment I am unaware if the hollowness of my body or the death glare he gives frightens me the most
Either way it's safe to say he is the reason I feel dead inside