The World From My Pov.

“She tried to tear herself away from him. The effort broke against his arms that had not felt it. Her fists beat against his shoulders, against his face. He moved one had, took her two wrists, pinned them behind her, under his arm, wrenching her shoulder blades. She twisted her head back. She felt his lips on her breast. She tore herself free…She fought like an animal. But she made no sound. She did not call for help. She heard the echoes of her blows in a gasp of his breath, and she knew that it was a gasp of pleasure…She felt the hatred and his hands; his hands moving over her body, the hands that broke granite. She fought the last convulsion. Then the sudden pain shot up, through her body, to her throat, and she screamed. Then she laid still. It was an act that could be performed in tenderness, as a seal of love, or in contempt, as a symbol of humiliation and conquest. It could be an act of a lover or the act of a soldier violating an enemy woman. He did it as an act of scorn. Not as love, but as defilement. And this made her still and submit…the act of a master taking shameful , contemptuous possession of her was the kind of rapture she had wanted…” 

I wasn’t in love with her. And she didn’t love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.

From text found in luke 15:8

“Either what woman having ten pieces of silver, if she lose one, doth not light a candle and sweep the house and seek diligently until she find it? And when she has found it, she calleth her friends and says ‘come rejoice with me, for I have found the piece which i had lost’.”

Subject explained:

Number one, this woman was a good steward. Because she took time to know what she had and how much of what she had. Therefore because she watched it everyday, she knew when a piece of silver was lost. Secondly, she gave value to each piece of silver. She did not extol one piece over the other. And thirdly, when she discovered that one was lost, she swept the house clean to find it. You don’t know what it is to walk the floor worrying over something you’ve lost. All of us love, and somehow our love is limited, when someone ends up somewhere that we don’t want them to be. But what she knew is that even though this piece of silver was lost, it had not lost its value. It just lost its usefulness. You cannot help anyone when you’re lost. You cannot fulfill your mission in life when you’re lost. You cannot help your family or your fellow man when you’re lost. And somebody has to care enough about you, to put a light in a very dark place. When you’re caught in the crevices of life and can’t figure out how to get out, you need somebody that’s going to care enough about you, that says you’re worth it! I want you to know that you’re worth me waiting on. I said you’re worth me waiting. There are some things that we face. You’ve come to people, and it seems as if they don’t want to know.