Andrew pulled out one of his canvases and presented it to her with a wide grin on his face.
"This is my favorite piece," Andrew said, his eyes fixed on the painting. "I call it 'The Beauty in Imperfection.'"
Sophia smiled as she looked at the painting, taking in the vibrant colors and the intricate brushstrokes. She couldn't help but be drawn in by the emotion it conveyed.
"It's beautiful. Why is it your favorite?" Sophia asked.
Andrew smiled and remained silent for a moment, lost in thought. Then he turned to Sophia and said, "Because it's a reminder that beauty can be found in imperfection. We don't have to be perfect to be beautiful."
Sophia smiled.
Andrew remained silent for a moment, then he changed the topic. "So, how did you meet William?" he asked, his eyes brightening.
Sophia turned away from Andrew as she took a deep breath. She felt her heart rate increase as she tried to steady herself. She felt very uncomfortable with the topic.
She turned back to face Andrew, hesitating for a moment before responding. "I married William because...because he saved my step sister," she said quietly.
Andrew's hands, which had been resting on the armrest, suddenly moved to her shoulders. Sophia shivered at the sensation, feeling her heart race even faster.
She couldn't explain the way Andrew's touch made her feel, but it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
As Sophia turned slowly to face him, he met her gaze. There was something in her eyes that he couldn't quite place.
He couldn't explain it, but there was a sense of understanding that passed between them. Even though she didn't say anything
After a moment, Sophia looked away and took a step back. She took a deep breath before turning back to face Andrew.
"I want you to paint me," she said softly.
Andrew's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Paint you?" he asked. "Are you serious?"
Sophia nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Yes," she said. "I want to see myself in a portrait."
A smile spread across Andrew's face. "Of course," he said. "I'd love to."
He gestured to a nearby chair. "Take a seat," he said.
Andrew smiled wider, gesturing towards a chair that was set up in front of his easel.
Sophia sat down, her heart racing with excitement and nerves.
Finally, Andrew turned to her with a smile. "Ready?" he asked.
Sophia nodded, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Andrew moved towards Sophia and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, adjusting her position slightly. As he moved her, he looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and focused. Sophia held his gaze for a moment before looking away, feeling a flutter in her chest.
With her position adjusted, Andrew walked back to his seat and picked up his sketch pad and pencils. He studied Sophia for a few moments, taking in the curve of her jawline and the way her hair fell over her shoulder. Then, with a gentle smile, he began to sketch.
As Andrew drew, Sophia stood still, watching him intently. She was mesmerized by the way he worked, the way his hand moved across the page with such ease and grace. She could feel the tension in the room, the intensity of the moment as Andrew captured her on paper.
Andrew moved forward to Sophia, his eyes still fixed on her as he gently adjusted her position. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them crackled with an unspoken tension.
He walked back to his seat, his gaze never leaving her as he settled back into his work. The room was silent once more, safe for the scratching of charcoal on paper.
Sophia remained still for a few moments, her gaze fixed on Andrew's as he drew her.
Suddenly, the peaceful silence was shattered by the sound of a man's voice screaming her name.
"Sophia!" the voice called out.
Sophia's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice of her husband, William. She hadn't told him she was coming to Andrew's studio, and now she feared the worst.
Before she could react, William stormed into the room, and the studio doors burst open. His face twisted with rage. "What the hell are you doing here?" he spat, his eyes locking onto Sophia.
Sophia tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat as William grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her towards the door.
Andrew watched in shock as Sophia was dragged away, his hand still frozen in mid-air. He had never seen William act like this before, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Sophia's safety.
Sophia's cries grew louder, the pain and fear taking over as William continued to drag her up the stairs. She could feel her scalp burning as he yanked at her hair, and tears streamed down her face as she begged him to stop.
"Please, William, stop! You're hurting me!" she sobbed, her voice hoarse and desperate.
But William only laughed, a cold and cruel sound that sent shivers down Sophia's spine. "You think this hurts? You have no idea what I'm capable of," he snarled, his grip on her hair tightening even more.
Sophia whimpered as they reached the top of the stairs, her body shaking with pain and fear.
But as the cries grew louder, Andrew knew he couldn't just sit by and do nothing. Without hesitation, he rushed outside, his eyes locking onto William's furious face.
"Handle her gently," William barked, his grip on Sophia's arm tightening. "She's my wife, and I'll do what I want with her."
Andrew felt a surge of anger rise within him as he looked at the way William was treating Sophia. He knew he had to do something, but he wasn't sure what.
"Just let her go, William," he said, his voice calm but firm. "You're hurting her."
But William was having none of it. "Stay out of this, Andrew," he snarled, his eyes flashing with fury. "This is between me and my wife. If you're not comfortable with it, you can leave my house!."
William pushed open the door to their bedroom and shoved Sophia onto the bed, her cries filling the room. He stood over her, his face twisted with anger and frustration.
"You weren't comfortable with Andrew drawing your nudes, were you?" he spat. "But you still went to his studio, behind my back, to get a portrait done."
Sophia trembled, her tears streaming down her face as she tried to find the words to defend herself. "I...I just wanted something...something for myself," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
William laughed bitterly. "Something for yourself? You mean something to show off to your little friends, to make them trip over you? Is that it?"
Sophia shook her head, her heart pounding in her chest.
As William moved towards the bed, Sophia's heart began to race. She tried to crawl away, but he was too quick, and he grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back towards him.
She was tense as he climbed onto the bed with her, his eyes dark with anger and desire. As he loomed over her, Sophia pleaded with him to stop, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Please, William, stop. We don't have to do this," she begged.
But William paid no attention to her pleas, his eyes dark and dangerous as he moved closer to her. Sophia felt her heart race even faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to push him away.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't go to Andrew's studio without my permission. You belong to me, Sophia, and you need to remember that."
"N-no, Williams," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
But Williams wasn't listening. He pushed her down onto the bed, his hands rough as he ripped her clothes off her body. Sophia cried out in pain, but Williams didn't stop.
Her body shook with fear as he took off her bra, exposing her firm breasts to his gaze. She felt violated and exposed, and she wished that she could disappear into thin air.
William wasn't done yet. He squeezed her breasts and spanked her ass, causing her to cry out in pain. She felt like she was nothing more than an object to him, a toy for him to use and abuse as he saw fit.
And then he kissed her forcefully, his tongue invading her mouth as he thrust into her hard. Sophia's body jerked in pain as she gripped the bedspread tightly, her mind screaming for him to stop.
But William didn't stop. He continued to move inside her, his breath hot on her neck as he took away her innocence in the most brutal way possible.
As William forced himself on her, Sophia felt her world shatter into a million pieces. She had always believed in the sanctity of love and the power of intimacy, but now she knew that it was all a lie. Tears streamed down her face as William finished, leaving her lying there, broken and alone. She had lost her innocence, and she knew that nothing would ever be the same again. William stood up, straightening his clothes as she lay on the bed, broken and bruised. She couldn't believe what had just happened. "Go clean yourself up," William spat, adjusting himself as he strode towards the door. "And don't you dare leave this room." Sophia lay there for what felt like hours, unable to move or speak. She felt violated and empty, like a shell of the person she used to be. Now she knew that William was nothing more than a monster. As she managed to stand up, her legs shaking, she stumbled towards the mirror. She didn't recognize the face that stared back at her – bruised and swollen, tea
Sophia's voice shook with pain as she struggled to speak. "P-p-please," she stammered, "I'm in pain."William laughed as he threw the bags on the bed and walked towards Sophia. "You think I care about your pain?" he spat. "You should have thought about that before disobeying me and going to Andrew's studio without my permission." He grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him, causing her to wince in pain. "Now get dressed and stop wasting my time," he said.Sophia cried out as he yanked her to her feet, the pain shooting through her body. She tried to pull away from him, but he held her in a tight grip, his fingers digging into her flesh.But he didn't care, he only sneered at her, his eyes cold and hard. "You're mine now," he said. "And I'll do what I want with you."Sophia collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. Her heart sank as she realized that there was no escape. She was trapped with a man who cared nothing for her pain or her suffering, a man who would use he
Sophia bit her lip, trying to suppress the rising panic inside of her. She knew that William could be unpredictable and violent, and she didn't want to provoke him.As they made their way inside the dimly lit building, Sophia felt her nerves start to fray. The music was loud, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol.She tried to stay close to William, feeling like a small, vulnerable thing in the midst of all the noise and chaos.William introduced her to his friends. They were all laughing and drinking, celebrating the newlyweds. Sophia tried to smile and act normal, but she felt like a fraud.As the night wore on, Sophia's anxiety grew. She was surrounded by people she didn't know, in a place she had never been before, wearing a dress that made her feel exposed and vulnerable.William's friend turned to him and said, "William, I can see you hit the jackpot." He looked at Sophia, admiring her.William laughed and smacked her on the ass. "She's all mine," he said, loud enoug
The sounds of the chirping bird from outside woke Sophia up, and she gently opened her eyes, her mind clouded with confusion. She wondered what was happening, where she was, and who was with her. As her vision cleared, she saw Andrew sitting in front of her on his phone, his face calm and peaceful.Sophia tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her head, and she winced. "Ouch," she said, her hand instinctively going to her forehead."You're awake," he said, with relief in his voice as he got up from the bed and walked over to her. "How do you feel?"Sophia looked at him, unsure of how to respond. She still wasn't sure where she was or what had happened to her, but she knew that Andrew was someone she could trust."I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel sore, and I don't remember how I got here.""Just calm down and relax. I'm sure you'll be fine."Sophia took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts. "I'm not sure," she responded, her voice bar
"Why is life so unfair to me?" she cried out, her voice shaking with emotion. "Why did I have to be the one to suffer? What did I do to deserve this?" Sophia cried out, her voice shaking with emotion. "Why did I have to marry him? Why couldn't I have just lived a normal life, like everyone else?"But there was no answer, no comfort to be found in the silence of the room. Sophia felt more alone than ever, more helpless and trapped.Sophia closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain and the fear that consumed her. She wished that she could go back in time, that she could make different choices and avoid this fate. All she could do was cry, to mourn the loss of the life she had wanted and the person she had been before William came into her life.Not quite long after she closed her eyes, her heart raced as she saw the door to her room slowly creak open. Sophia opened her eyes and saw a man approaching her. She immediately felt a surge of fear and panic, and tried to gently stand up
Sophia emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in her soft, plush robe. She made her way over to the full-length mirror, examining her reflection carefully.It had been two weeks since the night William had hurt her, and although the bruises around her neck were beginning to fade, they were still visible reminders of the horror she had endured.As she stood there, lost in thought, her eyes flickered over to her wardrobe, scanning the hangers for something suitable to wear. It was then that she heard the creak of the door opening, and her heart began to race. Suddenly, the door creaked open. She turned to see William standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. She felt a shiver run down her spine.Sophia turned quickly to face him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger. His presence made her feel vulnerable, and she despised the way he could still exert his control over her.She stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as William's eyes raked over her body. She coul
William walked up close to Sophia, his eyes narrowing as he studied her face. He could feel the tension in her body as he gripped her arm tightly, causing her to wince in pain."Or... wait," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Is there something you're hiding from me? Or you want to go elsewhere?"Sophia's heart skipped a beat as she felt William's grip tighten even further. She knew that he was suspicious of her intentions, and she didn't want to give him any reason to doubt her."N-no, William," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I just wanted to spend some time with my sister."William's eyes flashed with anger as he pulled her closer to him, his grip becoming even more painful."Don't lie to me, Sophia," he growled. "I know when you're hiding something from me. Why don't you want me coming with you?"Sophia could feel the fear rising in her chest as she tried to calm William down. She knew that he could become violent at any moment, and she didn't want
He reached out and roughly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her towards him. He towered over Sophia, his eyes cold and distant as he stared down at her. Sophia knew that she had crossed a line, and she was now going to pay the price. She sat on the bed, trembling with fear, as tears streamed down her cheeks."Take off your clothes," William commanded, his voice low and dangerous.Sophia hesitated, her hands shaking as she tried to unbutton her shirt. William's expression hardened, and he stepped forward, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head back."I said take off your clothes," he growled, his grip tightening.Sophia cried out in pain, but she quickly complied, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her dress.William watched her intently, a cruel smile playing on his lips as she stripped down to her underwear."Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.He climbed onto the bed and stood behind Sophia as he lay her on her stomach. He grabbed her hips and flipped