blind

pg-13 | crazy space incest

He won't ask about the finger-shaped bruises that mar her wrists.

She almost seems to be taunting him, flaunting them, the way she reaches across him to grab the bowl of rice. Look, she says. Look at what he does to me. Look at what I let him do to me.

He won't ask about the noises he hears at night, the loud screams and squeals that almost urge him to burst into her chamber. The laughing, the obnoxious laughing.

He won't even look at her. She's not there. She doesn't exist.