A feigned rape

When he entered the room.
I knew I was going to be raped.
But I wasn't petrified.
Just a chilling sensation...that aroused my senses.

We calibrated each other.
He...with an ominous smirk.
Me...with my challenging 'dare you'.
That ignited him further.

He approached me...devilishly attractive.
I stood to my ground with adrenaline rushing.
He ripped my layers.
Pushing me on the couch.
Embracing me cross legged.
I caught hold of his neck.
Mauling him all over.

He waited...till I subdued.
Grabbing hold of my tresses.
He smooched me till I bled.
With blood on his lips.
With lush on my face.
He slipped.
Eyes locked...he raped.

I didn't struggle nor did a whimper escape.
The more he slaved.
The more I cradled him in my flesh.
For that was the pact...between us.
A feigned rape.
Recapturing the lost glory by appetising the the spirits.