The Proverbial War

He grunted sharply and almost came to a stop. He went on though and his hand as I knew it would gave me the promised retribution I'd been expecting, only it was a lot harder than the first time had been.

Tears came to my eyes and I bit my lip hard before I savagely said, "I really hate you now!"

"Duly noted, now shut up or do you want another one?"

I shut up as his hand drifted back to the other side. A moment went by as I experienced extreme frustration at the hopelessness of my situation.

Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I whispered out fiercely against his back, "Why don't you just tie me up and get it over with! I know you want me! You stinking coward! You think you're so tough beating up on a woman! Go ahead and show me how tough you are! I hate you! I hate all men, but I especially hate you!"

"Would you just shut up already!" Came the unperturbed voice of the man that held me captive.

More tears fell as I hung limply over this man's shoulder. I wasn't ready for this interaction with a male business. He was both my savior and my tormentor.

Could God really be so cruel as to throw me into a situation like this where intimacy was assured to take place with someone that I detested?

I was scared and alone with a man in the jungle that I fully knew intended to make me his Eve at some point. Meanwhile my brother was out there, God knew where, perhaps injured or even now in the process of dying!

A package I couldn't stop now would arrive to break the hearts of my adoptive parents and where was I in all this?

Slung over the shoulder of a caveman that should've gone out with the dinosaurs!

In a sheer cry of frustration I drove my other elbow into his other kidney. Again he grunted painfully, but I was too caught up in cringing at the expected pain of his next smack to take enjoyment of the pain that I had caused him.

The smack didn't come.

He'd stopped and was breathing heavily. Oh no this was going to be bad!

I'd pushed him too far!

I instantly regretted my impulsive attempts to hurt him. I was the one that stood the most to lose in any confrontation between us.

His voice had a pained note to it as he said, "You have quite the temper don't you?"

"Yes." I admitted feeling a little relieved at the normality of his tone of voice.