- OUCH! Let go of my hair. She can hear herself screaming, but Jonny, who is holding a big chunk of her hair in a firm grip, has no intention to listen - nor letting her go. He knocks her over and starts dragging her across the living room floor.
- Let me go! She is now screaming in despair. Somehow she manages to break free and gets up. She is sobbing hysterically. It feels like all of her hair is ripped off her skull. - I don't wanna do this anymore. I'm done! I'm leaving you! she yells.
She heads for the door and runs as fast as she can down the porch and out on the street. She keeps running down the street going south to Kivik.
It is nearly noon. Everything is quiet. There is no traffic to be seen. The small road going through the village is completely empty.
It doesn't take long before Jonny catches up on her. He is both faster and stronger than she is, so she doesn't really have a chance. He grabs hold of her arms, pulls them backwards and pushes them up against her back. He is very brutal. He kicks his right knee up against her lower back. While feeling the immense pain, she is crying uncontrollably, and her struggle is fierce. - Help me! Help me! She knows no one but Jonny will hear her, but she is screaming anyway, loudly and completely out of control.
- Shut the fuck up you whore, Jonny shouts. He is kicking her in her back repeatedly while brutally pushing her back to the house. There is no way he is going to let her go now.
Once inside the house, he locks the front door and puts the keys in his pocket. She can't even move. She knows there is nowhere to escape. It's like she´s paralyzed, it´s like she's frozen.
Jonny knocks her down again. While her head hits the wooden floor, Jonny grabs hold of her feet and drags her across the floor towards the kitchen. The pain is unbearable when she bounces over the threshold.
Suddenly the phone rings. - Fuck! Jonny is screaming and cursing while he tries to rip the phone off the wall. He doesn't quite succeed, and a piece of the phone is still left in the wall. He grabs hold of a pair of scissors in the kitchen drawer with his left hand and cuts the cord. He wraps the cord three times around her ankles, finishes it off with two knots and starts running around the room with her. While she is relentlessly bouncing and violently getting thrown into furniture, door posts and across thresholds, Jonny runs faster and faster.
Her body is like a ragdoll being tossed back and forth. She knows she's crying, but not a sound is coming out of her mouth. Everything hurts. Her body and her tied up feet, it's excruciatingly painful. She knows it doesn´t help to scream - or cry - the slightest sound will only make it worse. After a while she can't even feel her feet any longer. She can´t take it anymore. - Let go of me! Let the fuck go of me! She screams as loud as she can.
Jonny suddenly stops and lets go of her. He squats and leans over her, his eyes burning like fire when he looks her in the eyes. Then he starts laughing, loudly, roughly and raw, followed by words of contempt. - You can't get away! You are just a disgusting whore … Who is he? I know you´ve met someone. Do you really think anyone would want you, a disgusting whore like you?
Eight years earlier …
- Can I have this dance? Do you want to dance? His voice is really dark and manly - and a pleasant distraction to a slow night at the jazz club Lo, who is sitting at a table with her friend Karin, looks up. No men at the bar or the tables around have been of any interest so far. But the dark voice catches her attention. Looking up she sees the man who just asked her to dance. He is much older than she is, at least ten years older. His hair is dark and curly. She has always fancied men with hair like that. A sudden impulse of dragging her fingers through his hair washes over her. But despite a sudden desire, her hand remains on the table.
His eyes are green, but the way he looks at her makes her doubt his intentions. He's got a trendy moustache. He is well built with muscular arms. He is also quite tall. Maybe 6 feet. He's wearing a short sleeve jumper with three buttons unbuttoned, slightly worn jeans and boat shoes. She catches a glimpse of his gold necklace and a hairy chest. She is about to decline, but then he smiles at her …
- I would love to, she says, and gets up. One dance becomes two, three - and eventually they have been on the dance floor through at least eight songs. He´s a really good dancer. He's got rhythm and his feet move fast and safely across the dance floor. They are a great team on the dance floor. She has never been a fan of jazz music, but together with the green eyes she happily whirls around to the beat of the music. He says his name is Jonny.
When the club is closing there is no question. They will leave the place together. It doesn't take long before it happens. They have only walked a few metres from the club when he stops her. She can feel his breath when he grabs hold of her head. Something tells her to walk away, but before she gets the chance, he kisses her. The kiss is intense and raw, but short.
After the kiss he asks for her phone number. He says he's in a hurry to catch the last train to Malmö. He takes out a blue pen from the inside pocket of his jacket and writes her number down on his hand. It's like he's done it before. He is used to it. He promises to ring her within the next few days and then he's gone. She turns around and starts walking home filled with an excitement caused by the night.
- Anonymous