part1 (?)

Everything spins around and round, and round, until it stops. I am spitted on the ground after the entity that means peace has punched me in the face one last time, for now. I fix my posture, as I look around I notice blood all over the old tiled floor, my blood, perhaps. the entity that from now on we'll be calling jack, to simplify, is straddling my waist. it is beautiful, alive, everything I've ever liked to be. I feel, almost, joyous. jack punches me again. same spot. over and over again. I'd never get tired of it. I smile in embarrassment as I am quite shy, trying to cover my face, I ask if it would be possible to turn the lights off. maybe that way, I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable in my own skin. I don’t push jack away, of course, I just lay completely still and take whatever I need to take. but oh no, what does that mean? that I’m going to be submissive to life itself, that I'll never feel the need to assert myself? how come? my hands feel slimy, like always, but this time is different. I get attached to the tiles, my whole body does so. the punches feel less rough, maybe they never actually were rough, but I get the courage to push jack away. not only that doesn't work, but it makes me red in the face, ashamed. I notice Jack's sword just hanging in his belt, my slimy hand slowly gets to touch the sword hilt, getting my skin attached to the fabric. I draw the sword from his belt with a swift motion I stab Jack with the blade. His blood is almost completely liquid, seemingly transparent, it starts to flood the room.