I love his abuse. His spit on her face, hand wrapped around her neck, and stinging blow to knock her
I love his abuse. His spit on her face, hand wrapped around her neck, and stinging blow to knock her off balance. But what is most beautiful is her response. She is not enjoying this, not in the traditional sense, at least, but still, her grip isn’t one of struggle or escape. She embraces what she is–instead of pulling him away, she intertwines her fingers in his, her weak grip conveying her place and need. -- source link