The Lie

The Lie

By Nathaniel Koh

Her mind wanders amidst the now nightly ritual. Ever since she made them bigger, her husband never fails to seek a ride from her. He always seems to turn all pubescent at the sight of them bare. As the damp warmth of red hot muscle gently rounds her bosom skin, she lets out the obligatory moan that barely penetrates the sweaty air. But what sounded like a moan to him felt more like a sigh to her. Thoughts run through her mind as quickly as his climatic burst. She should do it. No. She must do it. Must she?

As he slumps beside her in spent ecstasy, she lies there, eyes fixed to the nothingness of the night.

“That was good, Jane.” he says.

She hears nothing.

She just wants to get out. Out of this pack of lies.

He always says he loves her. But she knows better. He does not seek pleasure from her. He only seeks to pleasure himself. She is just a tool. His tool.

She has given up the struggle. It’s not worth it, she thinks. It just gets worse everytime she struggles. Rage. Slam. Slap. Force. Fear. Fuck.

But she’s tired. Tired of being a slave to his manhood. Tired of always being the obedient one. She obeys without him saying a word. She obeys because she fears. Him. His fist. His thing.

Gently, her right hand fingers the contours of her breast,feeling the subtle heaves of her chest. It just feels so…unreal. He had threatened to leave her. No longer a pleasure, he said. She pleaded that she would do anything to stay by his side.

Big mistake.

She knows it’s not going to last. The novelty will wear off soon enough. No longer a pleasure, he will say once more. What will she do then? She can’t keep on living this lie.

The fingers on her perfectly-rounded breasts are not hers now. He has arisen, turned over from his slumber. His muggy hands cupping the fullness of her bosom. Her areola encircled by his salivary tongue. His hardened thrusts goes deeper and deeper into her. But even as their bodies become one, their eyes never meet.

“Come, scream for me Jane. Come on..yea..”

Silence.

She’s not obligated to anymore.

For she knows she must.

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