Kidney Damage

"Sara's point of view,"

"What happened to you, Sara?"

He looked at me, removing my palm from my face.

"I don't want to talk to you."

Fleeing to the restroom, I yanked his hand.

I have no idea why, but I felt like crying uncontrollably. It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to hold back my tears, but I'm afraid he'll tease me if I do.

Before now, I had never tasted or even sipped whisky. He made me gulp down the whisky, even though I wanted to say no to him. In reality, it tastes bitter. I drank whisky, and now my head is spinning. Now I want to throw up.

"Why are you crying?" He followed me into the restroom.

"My dad mistreated me horribly. You know, when I was a child, he abandoned me and my mother."

I wanted to kick him out of the restroom because I didn't want to show him my vulnerable side, and I wanted to vomit peacefully, but I struggled to maintain my body weight.

I felt secure in his arms as he led me to the sink.

Closing my eyes, I threw up the entire whisky. His firm embrace surprised me. Why didn't he leave me?

With gentle strokes on my back, he tucked my hair behind my ear.

"It's all right.

Is this your first whisky experience?" he asked me in a serious tone.

"Hmm." I shook my head.

"Oh, I see. You're trying this whisky for the first time with me."

When he saw my reflection in the mirror, he grinned.

I turned to face us both in the mirror. We look great together.

However, he is not the person I love; in fact, he has no idea what love is. I feel my heart constrict when I think about his violent side.

"Aaron, now get out of here; I want to pee."

I felt the pressure of my pee suddenly burst into my gallbladder.

"Okay, but if I let go of you, you'll topple over."

"Just go; it's not your problem." I made an effort to get free of his hold.

He let go of me, and I fell to the bathroom floor.

"I told you, but you will never listen to me." He reached out with his hand to lift me off the floor.

"No, I'm OK. I want no one to help me. I can handle anything by myself."

I attempted to stand up by holding onto the corner of the sink, but I was unable to keep my weight supported.

"Sara, I know you can manage everything on your own, but not after you've had your first taste of a half-bottle of whisky." He gripped my hand and lifted me off the ground.

My chest contacted his body, and my heart skipped a beat.

Why did I get shivers when I saw this monster?

"Oh shit, Aron, get out; I have to pee now."

Once again, my gallbladder was pressing on my lower abdomen.

"You can pee in front of me. I will not leave you by yourself in the bathroom when you're inebriated."

He stood before me, staring at me with a fierce expression.

I was hesitant to urinate in his presence.

How shameless he is.

"How could I pee in front of you?" I questioned him.

"I've been fucking you every day, so when you pee, I won't find anything new in your pussy."

"OK, turn your face in the other direction."

"You act like a twelve-year-old girl, Sara.

No lady would be that shy in front of the man who fucked her and studied every part of her body." He turned his back on me in a grating way.

I slid my beer pajamas on and took a seat on the toilet. However, after sitting for five minutes, I didn't urinate.

"I believe the whisky I drank harmed my kidneys." I stared into his back, hoping that he would speak to me from behind.

"Sara, you are really funny. I've never seen a woman with this sense of humor.

Who will believe you are a well-known erotic novelist when they see you like this?" He answered, turning to face me.

His intense stare sent shivers down my spine.

"Oh, so you're wearing that red lingerie underneath this beer dress?" When he saw my underwear, he grinned mischievously.

"No, no, I didn't wear this underwear on purpose. I wore this because I didn't have any other underwear on." I looked at him with fear-filled eyes.

"Whoa, that's fantastic.

Please, Miss Grace, finish peeing as soon as possible so that my junior can feel your tightness."

He approached me with lust-filled eyes.

"Aaron, please don't force me. I don't like it when you rape me." My eyes filled with tears once again.

"Then let me know what you enjoy." He whispered in my ear.

"I love the soft touch." I cried as I thought back to his rough handling of my body.

"And what else you like." He used his thumb to dab my tears. His touch comforted me for the first time.

"Come with me," he took me under the shower while holding my hand.

His gentle demeanor surprised me, as he had never treated me in such a manner before.

He turned on the shower and took off my clothes underneath. Using a delicate touch, he lathered me with soap and then dried me off with a towel.

I felt slightly awkward exposing my bare body in his presence, but he carried me out of his playroom in a bathrobe.

He led me into his bedroom and gently laid me down on his bed.

"Why they left me, Aron, whom I love so much?

Am I really that horrible?" My past started to resurface in my memory.

"You're not horrible, Sara; in fact, you're the best woman I've ever met." He held my face in his palm.

"Then why did everyone leave me alone?

Why did no one love me?" This time, I couldn't control my vulnerable side toward him.

He laid me gently on my side, resting my head on his shoulder.

Hearing his heartbeat gave me an instant of peace, but then my sad past returned to haunt me, making me cry even more. I sobbed uncontrollably while burying my head in his chest.

He touched my back in an attempt to console me, but then abruptly, he covered mine with his lips. The fact that his kiss was gentle as opposed to harsh was a tremendous relief to me.

I'm not sure what unexpectedly happened to me. His kiss set my body on fire, causing me to lose all senses and feel as though my lust had triumphed.