He was at the gate.
Standing tall leaning against the lamp post, the light stretching his shadow long across the road. He was wearing jeans with a body fitting t shirt showing off his thick forearms and flat stomach. I was ready to get down on my knees there and then.
As I opened the gate, he turned, looking at me. His face was expressionless... I had expected a smile at least... we were meeting for the first time.
Or maybe he would warm up once we were inside.
I walked up to him and offered him my hands. He kept staring at me, expressionless. I pulled my hands away in embarrassment, and simply said hi.
So, he said... what are you waiting for... let's go in.
Ohhhkkk... I said to myself, he means business!
I turned around and asked him to follow me.
I opened the door to my flat and allowed him in. I walked in after him, and closed the door.
As soon as I closed the door, he pulled me from the back and slapped me across my face. I was stunned!
I looked at him, not comprehending what was happening.
He looked at me again, and started lifting his hand again.
I closed my eyes, expecting another stinging slap but he put his hand behind my head and pushed me down on my knees. I kept down. Not knowing what to expect.
So, he said. His voice was deep!
So, you want to be a bitch, ehhh... you want to be my bitch. Well let's see what you have to offer...
I looked up at him, and as I did so, he spat on my face... open you mouth bitch, he said.
I did so, and he spat again, this time inside my mouth. Swallow it, he commanded. I did so.
Now, tell me... what did you want from me, he asked.
What did I want, I asked myself.
What did I want?
