Word of the Day: Subjugate


Subjugate (v.)- to bring under complete control; master

His punch didn’t hurt as much as I thought a punch should’ve felt. Maybe because my head is just really that hard or maybe he just took a gamble he wasn’t quite ready for. Either way, I know now I can take a hit. I recover fast enough to dodge his next punch and the next; my confidence building, my grin twisting. Similar to most things, the best way to get over a fear is to do it. Getting licked was no different. But all over a girl? It was nothing but a kiss.

As if my thoughts were exhibits for him to regard at his leisure, his brows corrugate in a fiery frustration as he comes at me with splayed arms to tackle me. I flex my stomach and we collide like rhinos, me having to widen my stance defensively since he had a running start. His arms hook around my waist and I feel him try to throw me to the ground. What a rookie mistake. I throw my arms around his neck into a choke hold and subjugate him to his knees by squeezing–no, crushing his windpipe with the bony side of my forearm. I grab hold of my wrist to secure my grip and feel his hollow throat folding under the pressure I am exerting. It’s only a matter of time before it’s all over.

He finally lets go and I look up at her with a nasty grin. Blonde hair, red lips, brown eyes. Taken. He is mine as are you. She gasps. My blood boils at the sight. Now, I want more than a kiss from her, more out of spite than desire. Not sure what that makes me, but I don’t give a shit right now. He should’ve never tried me. It was a cheap shot.

She had been screaming our names, but now she is only screaming mine. The way it should be. She wants me to let go. I demand silence with a stern look and return my attention to the pissant underneath my arm.

“You done?!” He was still throwing harmless blows to my ribs. I chuckle. Guess not. Looking back, I don’t know why I asked. He can’t even breath, much less talk. I decide to not let him go, to let him fight, and eventually drift until consciousness is no more because I can tell he doesn’t really want to give up. Some people have to learn the hard way. I feel his helplessness and look at hers. Power. It’s the only word that comes to mind. He’s weak and doesn’t deserve you. Don’t you see that?  I would subjugate her soon enough in more…sensuous ways.

I feel him go limp under my grip. I drop him to the sands, the sound of the ocean roaring at us in rage…or excitement. I can’t tell. I check his pulse to make sure he isn’t dead. He isn’t. I grin.

But his chances with her are.

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