Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32036009-20190110051404/@comment-36855838-20190110150630

I go for it.

I make it about forty feet before I realize.

Our home is an oasis cave.

I have no escape.

I turn back, and sit my ass on the rocky desert ground.

"If you won't love me, maybe the desert should be my wife instead!"

She gives me an utterly incredulous look, completely stopped in her tracks.

She stares at the night sky as if the sun were there, and I had gone mad from the heat like so many.

"I-uh. . .what?"

"You heard me, you asshole! You've been dry stabbing me for fun, and swatting me around like a botfly whenever you get pissed!"

She resumes her approach, slower this time.

"You stopped saying you love me."

"So because I don't say it, it isn't true?"

"Well, once more couldn't hurt!"

"Honey, I l-"

"I l-"

"What's the matter, can't spit it out?"

I hurl a rock at her leg.

"There."

She looks at me like I've touched her toe out of the blue.

"What was that for, I l-"

"I lo-"

She keeps choking on it.

"Back off, before I make us even."

I motion to my back, where dozens of her dry stings, which never heal like the venomous ones, have left scars.

A sharp rock is in my hand.

"You think I mind if your back is a little marked up? It doesn't matter to me!"

Her eyes grow lidded, her posture flirtaceous, and snake like, predatory.

She slinks closer.

"Other girls, though. Especially the human ones, they want unmarked men, don't they?"

She wraps herself around me, the noose slowly closing.

Her breath is hot in my ear, it tickles, and arouses.

"I want you, though. You're mine, forever."

"I'm not your slave, relea-"

"No, no, you're not."

There is fire in her eyes.

"You're my consort!"