Escape. or Death.

On her knees she looks at her attacker
The face is covered
But she feels she knows the attacker
It grabs her face
Squeezing her face between its hands
Muttering sweet words of comfort
Telling her to open up
Saying it wants her back
"She might be okay for now"
The thought spreads through her body
But as soon as she slightly relaxes the attackers hands clasp around her throat
A vise-like grip, cold, no 'love' in this touch
A scream attempts to escape her throat
Without sucess though
Suddenly the hands are gone
The attacker strikes her in the face
Repeatedly accusing her of offending it
Saying she does everthing just to offend it
Eventually her attacker has had enough
It gets up and leaves
But she remains locked in the room
All of her anger and thoughts are of her attacker
Anticipating the next attack
Asking for two things
Escape. or Death.