Why? Why, oh why, oh why did I not turn! How hard can turning one's neck be? And why can't I fight him when his lips is on mine? I mean, normally the easiest way to kill him will be while he's this close to me, right? While he's busy, right?
Then why is it that it's at that point in time that I lose all my sense of reasoning? I become completely immobile! I guess it's because I hate his touch so much. That must be the reason. I hate his touch so much that I freeze with shock whenever he gets too close.
Oh, my sacred lips. My sacred lips has been desecrated for the second time.
Slowly, I soon realize that his lips are no longer on mine, and that my eyes are actually closed. Open your damn eyes girl!
"You've got something there." He says, and my eyes finally find the strength to flutter open, and now he's forgone his seat at the farther end of the table and taken a new position on the one to my right.
