Virgin (A Short Story)

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He wanted her a virgin every night he approached her. He wanted her intact, not manipulated, “as a flower opening its petals for its first pollinating spring, as a bird getting ready to fly for the first time and spreading slightly its wings.” He said.  He wanted to feel the ecstasy with every time he got into her as if the first time. He wanted to feel that lust and triumphant scream in his voice when she loses her purity in his arms, each time as if it were the first time.

Every time he deflowered her she lost something; a new piece of herself. She didn’t only lose her virginity of the body but also that of the soul. He wanted every time to feel the same. It felt the same for him, maybe even the feeling escalated every night more than the one before it. For her, it was degrading. It became a routine, she knows what will happen at night when he approaches her and undresses her with those eyes of his, red as the devil’s. She knew his technique, she knew what exited him and she did it.  She knew when to move and how. She gave him life as she lost hers in every second in his arms.

Every scream of lust he took away from his breath was like peeling off her skin. It was painful and it was sinful. She felt it was a sin, a forbidden approaching even though it wasn't; they were legally wed, at least they were in our eyes. She was a flower, in that he was right. She was a flower giving in to be pollinated by the dreadful breeze of his spring. But he wasn't just pollinating her early buds, he was crushing her grains. He was eating her petals as dust would do to the skin, as worms would crawl in a buried body in the mud. That what he was, a parasite. He fed on her innocence, on her purity and love.

She never objected thinking that it was his right. It was her duty to fulfill him in his heart and body she thought. She gave in, she left him to take his pleasure in her as much as he pleased, but she lost something with every penetration. She had given in until she had nothing left to lose.

Knowing that she lost what was there to feed him, he gave her up. In return, she did the same. She decided that she won’t be there to fulfil him any longer. With distance, she regained her purity, her spiritual virginity that he used to feed on and that was tempting for him. As a parasite’s need for host, he needed her back to feed on what is left in her, whatever it was. But this time she decided to fight back to maintain what she has. She decided that she is more precious than being crushed every time in the name of love. His persistence and her determination are expandable. He will never give up until he gets what he wants, but she is now aware enough of what kind of creature he is. Only a parasite, on consuming innocence he survives!