Her torment

"Can you cut your crap and stop whining?" A growl from the back of the kink shop can be heard, passer-bys

try not to look at the slender woman who stood quivering infront of her seemingly annoyed husband. "Hun, may I ask why we're here-","-Well one of the reasons is you're a bore" The atmosphere felt tight, heavy even. Snickering can be heard from afar and abit of chatter that can be obvious the topic is about them: sexually

frustrated husband dragging his wife in a kink and lingerie shop. "Here-" The man took a garment from the rack that looked to be of a school uniform. It had a tiny crop top

and a skirt that was as small as a belt. "-wear it or so help me, you will walk home" The woman shakely took

the hanger and darted towards the change room, she took a glance at herself in the mirror and bit her

bottom lip. "What have I gotten myself into?" She unzips the hoodie she wore and slips off them. Her eyes didn't leave a

single glance at the mirror, shocked and disgusted at her current state. Her once beautiful curls of brunette

hair was now lifeless and dried out, chapped lips with a cut, and such pale skin. Her weight dropped

exponentially since the last time she saw herself from her own eyes, she looked so delicate and fragile. Her

eyes dealt with so much that the life in their blue hues have washed away and replaced with bags and

healing bruises from his husband's anger. This was the first of a whole year she had a complete look over herself infront of a mirror. Her husband told

her that she wasn't good enough for anyone to look at, even herself. He took out all of the mirrors at home

and wouldn't even let her dress herself up, let alone be around her friends and family. It was as if she was

held captive and she willing let herself be held isolated. "Oi, whore, are you coming out or not?" Shane knocked heavily on the door, she quickly wipes off her tears

and takes off her bra and shorts. She pulls on the garment her husband chose and snapped in the belt-like

skirt. The lingerie fits snuggly on her breasts, even petite she still had some fullness in her rack. She

couldn't help feel disgusted at the amount of bruises she has on her whole body. Heavy abrupt knocking cut

her trance again, "let me in so I can see you" her husband scowls from behind the door, she rolls her eyes

and prepared herself for anything her husband would come at her. As she lets him in, his eyes scan her body. His lips tight in a line and his eyes full of hunger, he pushes

himself in the cubicle and lock the door. "Shane!-" And before she could process what was happening, he

pushes her up the wall with his lips on hers. He was being frisky for her liking, but this wasn't as bad as him

hitting her this morning. "-Shane, we're in public. Someone might catch us" She whimpered out, trying her

hardest to push him off. Without a word, he pulls away from her and slapping her hard across the face. She falls on to her side and

scurried to the corner near the mirror, "Listen here, Shyra-" Shane crotches down to her level of view and points a finger provokingly "-What am I to you?" he asks almost annoyed. "Y-you're my husban-","-If you love

me as much as I do, you'd say it louder than that." She gulps at his remark, fearful and agitated. She sat

herself right up and gathered her legs, but he caught her ankle stopping her from bracing herself. He gives a

hard punch on her leg and it left a bruise."Look what you made me do to you," Shane grits his teeth in anger

looking at Shyra who was fighting back tears, "Don't you understand, I'm only doing this for your own good" Shane tightens his grip on Shyra's ankle, having her gasp out in agony. "You should be grateful my family offered their help to you and your family..." Shane quickly covers Shyra's

mouth as he lets go of her ankle, to which she pulls herself away from him. "If it weren't for me your family

would've been dead by now" soft spoken, sickening like to the brim. "I love you, hun, I really do" He reaches out to touch her cheeks but Shyra hides it with her hands, twitching

at his action. "Don't you love me anymore?" His voice turned soft, and it had Shyra look at him in surprise. In

a fragile and almost breaking voice, she faintly lets out, "Shane, I vowed to love you and I will do so til death

do us part". Shane smiles at her, then stands whilst helping her up. "Go get yourself out of that skanky clothes, I'll be

waiting by the counter" Shane scoffs at her and left the cubicle. Shyra shuts the door and sat herself down, unable to hold back tears for any longer. Her heart wept at her situation. She swore to be never like her mother, yet she ended up where her mother

was: in an abusive relationship. They tried to conceal it at the very least when she was at a young age, but

time went on and the abuse had gotten much worse to the point where she would come home from school

with her father beating her mother on the kitchen floor. There were times when her mother would do the

same to her, letting out her drunken anger whilst her father would only ignore. Then came when her mother snapped, after coming home finding out her husband had an affair with the

house maid; and was already a month in her pregnancy. At the age of 15, Shyra was pulled away from her

home by her father after her mother shot herself in an attempt to kill her father and the house maid. And years passed, her father remarried with another woman and left the maid to rot with her child on the

streets. They made a good living for themselves, thanks to her father's friend. The Parker's were such lovely

people, they gave Shyra a new place to stay at the back of their mansion and even offered a job to her father

at the Tech firm. The beating fully went away, and verbal abuse drifted off into silence: her father was

neglectful of his care with Shyra. But she was happy at the least, thinking this could be her final break from a painful life she had grown up to. Yet, she was wrong. During several nights at the Parker's, her father's friend, Mr. Stewart, comes in and does the unbelievable on her. Nights became filled with horror, each plead she yells out for Mr. Stewart to stop would result in her physically getting hurt.

The only person who truly understood and believed her was Shane, and he was, like everyone else, too nice

to be true. She knew the moment she said her I do, or the honey moon that turned into where-Shane-Parker

game, or the time when Shane suddenly made the decision to put every money they have and create a joint

account with only him having the card. She knew she made the mistake after letting Shane enter her life. After what seemed like hours of getting herself dressed, Shyra comes out of the cubicle with the lingerie in

hand. She makes a beeline for the counter to find her husband sweet talking with the lady at the front. Her

blood boiled at the sight, and Shane only rolled his eyes at her recognizing her presence. Shyra placed the lingerie on the desk, making the lady at the front jump. The lady glares at Shyra, then rolled

her eyes at her as she scanned the garment. The lady smiles at Shane and bats her fake lashes at him, her

face was caked with full blown makeup whilst her body was covered in fake tan. "Will that be all sir?", "Yes, sweetpea" Shane winks at the lady and gives her the credit card "Are you sure?" the lady unbottons two at

the top of her shirt, revealing more of her pink neon bra. Shyra stood in disbelief, "Excuse me, I'm standing here" she spat at the lady in the counter and glared

daggers at her. "Shyra, what is with you? She's just being funny, god-" Shane retrieves the card from the lady

and whispered out an apology to her. The lady smirked at Shyra, "It's fine, sir. Must be a handful handling a

nagging wife", "Believe me, it is" Shyra stood shocked as the two laughed infront of her. She couldn't believe

what was happening, she turned to the door and bolted out as fast as she could. She was then held

immediately by her hair unknowingly and gets thrown on the ground. She looks up to see her husband standing in front of her with a paperbag in hand, "Are you just going to lay

there or are we going home?" Shane asks, annoyed and frustrated. As they entered the car, Shane nudges hard on Shyra's rib. "What's the matter with you? Don't you know any

manners at all?" Shane yells at Shyra, who was covering side in pain. "First, cock blocking me in the

dressing room. Now you're walking out of conversations" Shyra fell in silence, numbing out from her

husband's shouting, "How fucking sensitive can you get?" Shane says under gritted teeth and drives off.