I asked readers and authors to write a short story or poem to this prompt: His misty black eyes pierced her soul and caused her body to tremble. He began to speak.
His misty black eyes pierced her soul and caused her body to tremble. She mustered enough energy to survey the room. To the left she was faced with a reflection of her bruised body. Horrified by the site, she jerked to her right. A wall covered by an oversized armoire. She was trapped. There was only one exit and he blocked it with his body. She took in his stature as he inched towards her. There was no way she could take him. She swallowed the knot that took residence in her throat, and wrapped her swollen arms around her neck as she slid down allowing the floor to hold her. Unable to look him in the eyes, she casted her face and focused on the slate grout between the Pewabic tiles. “Please,” she petitioned in a whimper. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
– Raven K. Stone, Author of Decadence Anthology