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7. FORCED STARVATION

Author: Tema G.M
last update Last Updated: 2024-04-24 12:54:29

BRANDY

Something was poking me.

I quickly scrambled up, ready to fight.

Music blurred, vision blurry with everything aching on my body.

I pushed up, pulling the headphones from my ears, leaving them throbbing from the abuse.

“Shit.” I huffed out.

“We are leaving at six, be ready with your packed bag.”

I jumped, turning around to find a huge man standing next to me. I couldn’t help but scurry back only to stop and realize he was my husband.

I was married now.

I sighed, a hand running over my face.

I felt as bad as he looked. His under eyes weren’t better at all, as if he hadn’t slept at all.

“Okay. I will borrow a packing bag though since I doubt you will be landing me your card anytime soon?” I gave him an eye, testing my luck in case he changed his mind and gave me the card again.

My smile wasn’t returned, Husband turning and walking away.

He looked pissy as hell, leaving me fearful for those who would spend the day with him.

“Have a great day!” I screamed as the door cl
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