Prologue 21
Othello sat there in the room where
Desdemona had brought him back. She had a table laid out for the evening meal.
She made him sit down and offered him a goblet of wine. She then walked off to
the case where her clothes were kept. She had pulled out a flimsy dress and
stripped off the one she had on. She wore that and approached the table.
"Othello, remember this. I wore it on
our first night." Desdemona told him. "But you were called away. I
had it stored and just remember it today."
Othello stood up and discarded his toga.
"We would not waste the event
anymore. I am feeling the need to have my love for myself." Othello was
not making love, he was letting off his frustration and anger. He did not
stopped until she rolled off him by pulling herself off him.
"I had enough, my love."
Desdemona got off the bedding and retrieved her flimsy gown. It was torn by his
brute force and would not be of much use then. She discarded it and went for
another decent gown. She felt as if her body was all bent or bruised at every
join. He was like an enraged creature of the wild; it was not love, it was more
like abuse.
"Well, I have more if you want."
Othello sounded from the bedding with his legs spread out. "I am still
virile for another round."
Desdemona turned her back on him, avoiding
to look at his face without the mask and his enraging tool. She walked over to
the pail of water and took the wet sponge out. She dabbed her body with the
sponge to ease the bruises. He had then got out of the bedding and approached
her.
"No more, my love. I am tired."
Desdemona saw him coming and protested.
"How could you deny me? This is our
first real session of it, and you tell me no." Othello asked her back.
"Am I not good enough for you?"
"No, its just that I am tired. I need
to rest. We could do it later." Desdemona reached toward him but he
withdrew back.
"I know what is wrong. If not you
that needed resting. Its me." Othello rebuked back in anger. "I am
not to your expectation."
"Why are you saying that? I did not
said that. I only needed rest." Desdemona was getting upset at him. She
walked away but he grabbed her by the arm.
"Walk away from me, and I would have
you leave my life forever." Othello threaten her. Desdemona looked at him
with shock. Was this her lover; she asked herself.
"You are either drunk or
....silly." Desdemona told him. She pulled her arm away, but he held onto
it tight. He pulled at her to swing her across the room.
"I shall be back later. Be ready,
woman." With Othello pulled on his clothes and went out the doorway
leaving her crying on the floor.
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