Nothing

"How good?!" he asked,
She turned away as his breathe tickled her cheek.
He needed reassurance,
To make sure his position wasn't threatened.
But she felt threatened,
She felt weak and numb.

"How good?!" he repeated.
She flinched at the demanding tone of his voice.
She felt tears swelling up in her eyes,
But she couldn't let them fall.
He was physically restraining her,
Any movement she could make was limited.

She looked up into into his face,
To search for any emotion,
Any remorse,
But there was nothing.

He didn't care about what he was doing to her,
His judgment was clouded.
As she looked into his eyes she saw alot,
Lust, anger, jealousy, all these pent up feelings,
Built up inside; and like a thick fog,
Overshadowing the person she knew was there.

Just leaving the figure she saw so close to her,
Those eyes filled with darkness,
He couldn't see he was hurting her,
Maybe he didn't even care.
But as he pressed his body against hers,
And she looked up into his stern face,
She saw nothing.