She Does'nt Deserve you




"Uhm, look I donmmmpph!"

"Shhhhh baby." She cooed softly as she wrapped her hand over his mouth, and
tightened her grip on him. His squirming to get loose, trying to free his arms
both disappointed her, and turned her on. "I know what you're going to say,
but you have to hear me out."

She began to place gentle kisses on his ear, temple and brow. Any part of his
face that wasn't covered by her soft, warm hand.

"I've seen the way she treats you. Heard how she talks to you. And you don't
even hear what she says about you behind your back."

His frantic struggles began to weaken, though she didn't know if that was
because he realized he couldn't get away from her, or because she was
convincing him.

"You deserve better sweetness. You deserve someone who respects you and wants
you as much as you do them. Someone willing to go that extra mile. Like, oh I
don't know, kidnapping you, and squeezing all the sadness out when you're
feeling low. Wrapping you up and taking you away."

"Mmmpph?"

She was almost talking to herself now, venting her feelings to the ether as
much as confessing and professing to him. "I want you. She says she settled
for you but I want you. And I'm willing to take you. You think she'd come
rescue you if she found out I'd snatched you up for my own?"

Was that whimper one of fear of what she wanted to do to him? Or grief because
he knew she was right?

She carefully took her hand off of his mouth, ready to clamp it back down if
he started to scream or object again.

"Please," she said, knowing his girlfriend had never said that word to him in
their entire relationship, "Please let me have you. Let me hold you so tight
you'll never get away. Let me abduct you and hold you as my love captive. Let
me own you and I promise we'll have a wonderful time, and we'll do all those
things you've proposed that she scoffed at. We'll travel and-"

"How do you-" he started to ask, but she cut him off with a hard, passionate
kiss. Then she placed her hand back over it.

"Hush now. Never you mind how I know. The point is, I know. I know what you
want and what you long for and I care about it. She doesn't deserve you, and
you don't deserve her. I want to be yours and I'm willing to force myself on
you in order to make you mine. If you'll allow it."

Sure it was a paradox, but so many things in life were weren't they.