Play Dead- Passage I

She had been laying there, lifeless, for the past hour. The stale smell of dead passion mixing with the sickly stench of blood, it choked my nostrils, and an all too familiar pleasure convulsed through me.
"stupid bitch" I growled through clenched teeth "you just dont help yourself do you?" she couldnt role over to distance herself, I was still on top of her, so she just looked away. All the feelings she once had for me had long gone, I had broken her until she was barren, void of all emotion. Power was addictive.
I slapped her hard, thats all I know she deserves. Swinging myself out of the dirty; unkempt, bed, She had failed to tidy the sheets again, I did up the worn buckle on my belt and slid into a plain, loose shirt. The summer was heavy, i could feel myself breathing in the moisture, the heat was acrid.
I turned to look at her, she still lay there, as useless and morbidly pathetic as she always was. Spitting in her direction ''dinner at six'' I left for work.