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
Sophia carefully selected a new dress from her wardrobe, trying to ignore the aches and pains in her body. She couldn't bear the thought of wearing the previous dress that was now stained with William's spill. As she began to put on the new dress, William entered the room and walked over to her.Without a word, he stepped behind her and started to zip up the dress. Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands grazed her back. As he finished zipping up the dress, he spanked her hard on her ass, causing her to cry out in pain.She winced in pain and felt tears welling up in her eyes. William whispered in her ear, "No one must see those marks on your neck. Apply enough makeup to cover it."Sophia nodded, not daring to speak. She didn't want to anger William any further. After a few minutes, Sophia finished applying the makeup to her neck and checked herself in the mirror. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to cover up the bruises and marks. She put on some earrings and applie
Sophia felt sick to her stomach at the words, knowing that there was nothing lovely about their relationship. But she forced a smile, not wanting to let her stepmother see her true feelings.Maria quickly quickly caught herself, "Oh, pardon my manners," she said. "Please come in, William."William smiled graciously and stepped into the house, holding the door open for Sophia. She walked in behind him, feeling uneasy about having him in her childhood home.The house was small and cozy, filled with knick-knacks and family photos. Sophia's stepmother led them into the living room, gesturing for them to take a seat on the couch.William smiled thinly, his eyes scanning the room. He didn't seem entirely comfortable in the cozy little house."Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked, smiling warmly at William."No, thank you," he replied smoothly, settling onto the couch next to Sophia. "We won't be staying long."Maria nodded, her eyes flickering over to Sophia. "Is everything okay, dea
Natalie admired the bracelet for a moment before turning to Sophia. "So, tell me, how's life in William's mansion? You really caught a big fish, sister."Sophia's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked down at the bracelet on her wrist. It was a symbol of the life she led as William's wife, a life of luxury and excess. But it was also a prison, a cage that she longed to break free from."Life at the mansion has been..." Sophia trailed off, struggling to find the right words.Natalie looked at her with concern. "Is everything okay, Sophia?"Sophia took a deep breath, her eyes flickering over to a painting on the wall. It was like one of Andrew's works, and she had always found solace in his art."The mansion is beautiful," Sophia said finally, her voice soft.Natalie sat across from Sophia, a hopeful expression on her face."I would love to come and visit you at the mansion, Sophia," Natalie said, her eyes shining with excitement.Sophia's reaction was not what she expected. Sophi
William pulled her close to him, his grip tight on her arm. "Good," he said, his breath hot on her neck. "Let's go, now." A hint of a smile returned to his face.Sophia felt a pit in her stomach as she slowly made her way to the kitchen. "Mom... we're leaving," she said, her voice shaking with fear.Maria turned to her, surprised. "So soon? I was preparing something, why the sudden rush?"Sophia stammered, trying to come up with a believable excuse. "Uhm... we're in a hurry, we need to go somewhere."Maria noticed how nervous Sophia was and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked, looking at her with concern.Just then, William walked into the kitchen, his presence filling the room. "Oh, she's fine," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "I'm sure she's just cold, aren't you?" Placing a hand on her shoulder.Sophia quickly nodded, not daring to contradict him. "Ye... yes, mom. We'll take our leave now."Maria watched in horror as Sophia and William left the
Andrew watched as Sophia's mood changed instantly at his words. He could sense that he had said something wrong, and his heart sank. "Did I say anything wrong?" he asked, concerned.As Sophia walked up the stairs, Andrew remembered the last painting he had done of her. It had brought back memories for her, and he felt guilty for bringing it up. "Shit, I'm sorry, Sophia," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to bring back memories. I'm sorry."Sophia turned to him, her smile returning. "It's not your fault," she said softly. "I wanted the painting, anyway. So, don't blame yourself."Sophia turned and continued up the stairs, leaving Andrew standing there in the living room. He watched her go, feeling a mixture of emotions.Andrew stood there, watching as Sophia made her way up the stairs. He felt a deep connection to her, and he knew that she was going through a tough time. He wanted to help her, to be there for her, but he didn't know how. He sighed, all he could do