The heat of his hands on her hips as he held her in place, sent electricity through her whole body.
"Ah~! Yeah~! MMM~! Oh god~!" She moaned before she bit her lip and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his member sliding in and out.
Her legs bobbed in the air as her body tensed and trembled.
That sweet sensation began to bloom within her from deep inside as she got closer. As her body lurched forward, her fingers dug into the sheets, twisting and pulling them up as the feeling of pure bliss washed through her.
A shaky moan escaped her lips as he slowed his pace a little. That feeling of him, the friction of their joining, was amplified.
He chuckled as she fell back against the bed, a smile on her face, sweat covering her body and sticking her bangs to her forehead.
'God that felt so amazing.' She thought to herself, as he began to whisper words of praise and admiration in her ear.
The sound of his voice, so near, the feeling of his breath and his lips tickling her ear, his hands kneading and massaging her hips and waist – sent waves of desire through her again.
It was already over, but she couldn't get enough of him.
That was the future that awaited her anyways. With whom? Where at? When? Those questions were all unanswered, and frankly, questions she didn't even know she could have… because…
She was born as Maisie Becks, and she was ugly.
Disgustingly ugly.
"You have a face only a mother could love," was an insult she heard often through tv shows and movies and yet to her, that sounded like a pretty good compliment.
Her mother didn't care about her at all. She overheard her aunties talking about how when she was born, her mother cried and insisted that she must've been switched.
As for her father? He was never in the picture to begin with.
No one ever wanted to be friends with her, and the people that were nice to her tended to do it on a dare, or to later laugh in her face.
"Oh? What. You thought I actually wanted to be friends with you? Please! Looking at your face makes me want to throw up!"
She never received any attention. Not from her mother, not from friends or extended family, and especially not from me.
Romance was her favorite genre in literature and media. Seeing a man profess his love for that one special girl, who would hold and protect her no matter what? She wanted that.
Wanted a man to hold her, to feel his hands in hers, his arms around her back, his chest pressed against hers.
Was that so wrong to have that kind of desire? Want? Need?
And yet, it became increasingly clear as she got older that this thing she wanted so much, would never come to her. It was an impossible dream.
Getting a job was difficult, no one wanted her to represent their business. Which meant plastic surgery was out of the question.
Maisie played with different hair styles and hair colors – none of which ever made her look better.
Popular influencers and celebrities would promote this make-up brand and that product, but all they ever did was make her look like a clown – or worse: a child who got into mommy's make-up bag.
Her self esteem was in the negatives. She stopped getting dressed and opted for just wearing the same t-shirt and pants everyday. Her hair became matted and hung across her face and her nails were chipped and broken.
She didn't care anymore, there was no point in trying. She was completely. Un.Fixable.
On the night of her 19th birthday, she sat at her window and looked up to the sky, hands clasped together.
"Please…I want to be beautiful. I want people to want me and I want to be able to pick whoever I want to be with, not be with someone just because they were the only person to take pity on me. I don't care about money or status, I'd just like to look in the mirror and not see someone disgusting looking back."
Maisie stared into the sky, hoping there would be some sort of sign. Maybe a shooting star, or some sort of area-wide black out, or a funny shaped cloud.
Something.
Anything.
But nothing came.
Defeated, she walked to the nearby convenience store. At the very least, her mother provided her with a small allowance.
'For my birthday, I'll get myself a special little treat.'
Her birthdays had always been spent alone.
In fact, she was sure that her mother did everything in her power to make herself erase that day from her memory – the day she was cursed with an ugly, disgusting daughter.
Maisie slid the snack cake and candle to the cashier. Her last hope was to make an 'official' birthday wish.
She'd never had a birthday cake before, so hopefully all her birthday wishes would accumulate to make this one come true.
After paying, she headed towards the part and unwrapped her cake. She kept it on the tiny little cardboard square it came on and placed her candle in the middle.
She lit and clasped her hands together, repeating the same wish she'd made earlier, to herself.
This may have been her first birthday wish, but she knew what to do from the movies.
Once her wish was made she leaned down and blew out the candle.
After shoving it in the dirt to ensure it wouldn't start a fire later, she took a bite of the cake.
'YUCK!' She thought, her face contorting into one of disgust.
'It tastes stale and like a bunch of chemicals! How do people eat these things?'
There was no way she could finish it with the disgusting taste it was burning into her mouth.
Maisie stood and tossed it into the public trash can.
As she walked home, she waited, hoping a sign would come to let her know her wish was coming true, when suddenly-
"MM!!" A hand clasped over her mouth from behind and dragged her into a nearby building.
Her mind was swirling. What was happening?!
"OOF-!" She was quickly shoved onto the ground, the pain of her butt hitting the cement flooring so violently sent a shock through her body.
Before she could properly react, someone was on top of her, pinning her down.
Her eyes darted around, trying to make out something – anything – in the darkness.
She could barely make out the silhouette of a man pulling something out of his pocket.
Maisie opened her mouth to scream but some sort of fabric object was shoved inside, muffling any attempts to let her location be known, or that there was any sort of struggle happening behind the door.
Her heart was racing, pounding loudly in her ears as she felt something cold and hard press against her side.
"An ugly girl like yourself? No one will miss." His voice said with a hint of laughter in his tone, mocking.
She didn't know what happened next, other than, her life was over.
Her mother didn't look for her, didn't even notice she was missing. When her body was found two days later, there was hardly any news coverage.
No true crime social media junkies spoke about her case, there was no mention of "She was a beautiful person," or "She was a beautiful girl". No arm chair detectives determined to solve her case and find who did this.
The community didn't even seemed surprised or afraid for their lives.
It was like…he had done them all a favor. All he did was take out the garbage. That's what it felt like.
What would happen now? Heaven? Hell?
Maisie opened her eyes and sat up in bed. Had that just been a nightmare?
She went to the bathroom and rubbed her face with cold water. Her mouth fell open with shock as she stared into the mirror.
She was…
…beautiful.