Note: This is an intense and violent story that is not intended for everyone. If you don’t enjoy the things in the tags, please stop and read something else. For the rest of you, enjoy!
My hand trembled a bit as I sat down in my bedroom, getting ready for my date. I shouldn’t go, not again, not after how the last date went. “Date” was perhaps too strong of a word, I thought to myself, as I looked in the mirror. My black eye had faded to a more ugly yellow and the swelling in my nose was almost completely gone. He had laughed about the swelling giving me a “Jew” nose. It was funny to him. The past few days at work I’d had to use copious amounts of makeup to hide what had been done. Thick lipstick to cover my split lip, eye shadow, coverup, heavy eyeliner. Of course, that was just to hide what was visible from my co-workers.
The bruises under my dress, that was a different matter. Teeth marks on my breasts, bruises, still very purple, hid under my bra. My butt and thighs matched my breasts in marks and color. My male co-workers thought I was jumpy and easy to startle since I often jerked or flinched around them.