:-P I have too many energy. I wrote this a year before and it has a story.

He was angry. In an inexpressible way. His anger flowed trought the room, and searched for me circulating near the furniture. The plants sared to cold death, and I closed my eyes, and waited without to dare to breath. I waited for his anger to catch me, and tear me into pieces. In our relationship this was a tabu. He never touched me when he was angry, when he was really angry. We did not meet for days those times, till he was quitened down, so only the parts of his anger could reach me. But now the all was rippling towards me. How he moved int he hall, how he took out his shoes. I stood int he middle of the room quietly, hoping that i would vaporize. But only my wants, and longing for the revange vaporised. My revange with i hurted him so much, in a sweat bitter groove. As I stood there, i could not disappear in a moment, i began to fear. Suddenly the fear overcome in me, that he will leave me. I would have leaved him to hit me till I die, or he would do anything, with he forgive me, with I can concilate him, and I can forget myself in his hugs. I feared so much that he leaves me, throws me away, steps out of the door, and I can never hear his voice again. The thought of his missing restrained me.
I could not imagen what he planes to punish me, but his anger rippled towards to me. As he stepped into the room, and suddenly sticked at, I will never forget that cruel gaze. I could have leaved the room sooner, I could have waited till he calms down, I could begged on my knees. But I faced him. He looked at me also, in my challenging eyes, and turned. I thought he will leave, but he only closed the door behind him quietly. He didnt wanted to waste his energy of his anger for some flapping, lashing the doors. He collected all his energy to me, like I would be a hostile beast he has to defeat, and to bear down, and he knows that the battle will eat up all his power. He looked once more at him with a devil smile on his face I knew so well. OH my god, he know maybe what he does. As a nonbeliever I prayed to my non-existing god. Suddenly he hurried to me, his power trow me to the wall, I stepped back, till I could. He touched me, and i fluttered with all my body. The fear results interesting thing from my body.
If somebody would listen from outside, he could hear the annyoing stilness, and could hear that somebody is tearing out something. For example some paper. Inside the room his anger reached, moved, condensed, and stooped to me. He grabbed me and teared away my clothes. Not paying attention to my skin, he trow my clothes to pieces where he could. He didnt payed attention to me, he didnt take care of me, he didnt spare me. Ha annexed me and raped me brutally. I have never seen in him such a desire to own, and rule. He did not only wanted to be satisfied, but he wanted me, to pain me, to win over me.