Her Shrill Voice

His hands wrapped her throat as he tried to silence her voice echoing through his head. She was so lovely and beautiful, but her voice! Her shrill voice constantly reprimanding his every move, denouncing his every decision! Tonight was the last he would hear from her! Twisted and entwined in their broken love-making, she had demanded a slight change to their position, told him she needed him deeper, harder, he was not filling her completely. All in her prim and proper high pitch voice! His mind broke and he jerked as if struck by a whip. Above her wriggling body, still buried deep inside her, his hands squeezed tighter and tighter. Annoyance more than fear registered in her eyes and drove him deeper into madness. His only thought was to silence the voice in his head, shush her controlling demands. Her body protested the lack of oxygen and writhed beneath him as he continued subconsciously to pump in and out of her, the primal desire to fully dominate his captive strong. His ragged breath met her strangled whimper, each in time with his deeply penetrating thrust and her body's natural spastic retaliation. It was mere moments, but an eternity seemed to pass as the two bodies bucked wildly into each other, anchored by his lethal grasp on her delicate neck. Then the world froze - a violent climax shattered through him, his body tensed with release, his hands clamped firmly around the limp form beneath him. His senses slowly returned as he recovered and stared down at her lifeless and bruised body. She looked as if she were simply asleep with her bloodshot eyes focused in the distance. His mind was quiet, finally silent as he pulled out and cradled her next to him. Such sweet silence...!

Softly, a bare whisper echoed through his head, her haunting voice returned to utter one last question and demanded to know what he would do without her. His cry of rage sang through the night air.