Punching Bag 1

My glasses flew in no direction as your punches hit me with no restriction. My jaw became your punching bag and my face you gave many slaps. The punches you gave me followed the rhythm of my heart and I said to myself "I´m going to die". I looked at you as you kept hitting me and I said to myself, "no, it´s not him". You pulled me by my hair like I was a doll and I kept praying it would all stop but then your punches followed and my tears fell without control. I tried to run away from you but you pulled me back like I was a trash bag. I defended myself with all the strength I had and you just swatted my hands away like I was an annoying fly. The next thing I heard was the scream of my tearing blouse, the jerking of my fancy bra, the protestation of my jeans you kept pulling and my panties you ripped away from my body...