Nightmare

She had shrugged off his weird behavior last night assuming that is how rich people react. However, the emotions she saw in his eyes still remained an enigma. Today also, his intense gaze on her, even for a few seconds, had set her insides on fire. She reached home immersed in her thoughts.

The dinner was ready. Ashley went to the bathroom to prepare for his bath. Michael had beaten her a lot of times for setting the water temperature wrong. Ashley was in two minds whether to tell Michael about her today’s encounter with Daniel.

She gulped hard when a string of hard knocks pebbled on the door. She knew he was back. Ashley sprinted to open the door. Her breath hitched when she saw her husband. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that he was seething with anger.

Another minute the whole room got filled with a loud thud as she laid on the floor with her hand on her cheek. Michael had slapped her. “I have been knocking at the door for hours. What took you so long? Useless bitch” with that said, he crossed over her and walked towards the room. Ashley’s eyes watered up and in no time tears were running down her stinging cheek. She helped herself up and sprinted to the kitchen.

Michael came out to find his food on the table. He sat down and began eating. He had hardly taken a bite when he threw the entire plate on the floor. The plate was smashed into pieces by the impact. Ashley who was sitting beside him felt his eyes widened with fear and shock. Michael rose up from his seat and yanked Ashley to her feet. He slapped her once again and roared, “How dare you serve me this shit? You have been cooking for so long and you still don’t know how to cook?” he pulled her back to her feet and fisted her hair causing immense pain in her scalp. She tilted back as Michael hovered over her. “You are a useless piece of shit. A burden that I have to carry all my life,” he shoved her away and turned on his heels.

Ashley crouched down and sobbed. The food was scattered all over the floor and her life was worsening day by day. She had tasted the food before serving him. She had made it exactly the way he liked. Maybe it wasn’t about food. Maybe it was about her. He needed to take his anger out on someone and who could be better than her. She had been serving as his punching bag for a long time. She should have been acclimatized to his ruthless behavior by now but still, she felt hurt more than pained whenever he raised his hand on her. After wailing and cursing her life for a while, she stood up and began picking after his mess.

Ashley entered the room with a racing heart. She was afraid of facing his wrath again so she prayed for him to be asleep. But luck, as always, was not on her side. Michael was awake. In fact, it appeared he was waiting for her. The expression in his eyes gave a fair warning about what was awaiting her.

Ashley took a deep breath and lowered her head while approaching the bed. Michael, only in his sweatpants, was lying in the bed with his head resting on the headboard. His hands were clasped behind his head.

“Undress,” Michael commanded just as Ashley was about to climb into the bed. She knew it was coming. As she had feared, her persecution was still not over. Michael was going to persecute her in bed. He had done it a lot of times and every time he had left her with pain and bruises. They had no love between them so him making love to her was out of the question. It was just fucking with no love and certainly, no mercy.

Her eyes blurred with tears as her hands moved up to her waist to wrap around the hem of her shirt. She knew protesting would only earn her more slaps and kicks. She pulled off the shirt in one go. Then she slid her pants down.

Now she was standing in her bra and panties. Her pinkish-white skin was marred with countless scars. There was a long cut around her navel. Her back was crammed with whip marks. All in all, her body was a museum of scars and bruises.

“Do I need to remind you again? Get the fuck out of them,” Michael shouted at her. She hastily started unhooking her bra whereas Michael kept ogling her with lustful eyes. He stood up and paced towards her like a predator. She began to shiver out of fear. Her hands reached down to her waistline as tears started to rain down her eyes. She was scared to death and there was no escape. She slid her panties down and stood like a mannequin.

Michael groped her breast causing Ashley to whimper in pain. His finger glided down touching all the scars on her belly. “Ugly inside out. So many scars on your body. I wonder who would want to fuck you if not for me. You can’t even be a whore, Ashley. You are good for nothing,” Michael commented coldly, although, his eyes were stating a different story. He turned her around and started kissing her neck hungrily. “You know you should be thankful to me. I am fucking you despite your ugliness,” he stated between his sloppy kisses. Ashley squeezed her eyes shut making tears tumble down.

She clenched her fist when Michael sank his teeth brutally in her neck. Ashley was waiting for this torture to get over. Michael kneaded her waist painfully as if she is not a human but a cushion. He moved her neck to the side and slammed his lips on hers. Tears poured out but the man didn’t stop. It seemed he was feeding off her fear.

He chewed, pulled, and bit her lips mercilessly. On the instincts, she tried to move away but he only tightened his grip on her waist. Blood splattered out of her lips causing her immense pain. Despite the torment, Ashley kept her lips sealed that infuriated Michael to no end. He kneaded her waist harder making Ashley gasp in pain. The moment she opened her mouth, he shoved his tongue inside. Michael had no intention of going easy on her as he bit hard on her tongue.

“I know you are going to remember this kiss forever,” he said with a sadistic smile. “In the bed,” he issued another command to her.

She crawled on the bed and pleaded to god for making Michael change his plan. He ordered her to lay on her back. She did it without uttering a word. Her perky breasts were evoking the beast inside him. He licked his lips and got on the bed. “I regret the day, I met you,” he remarked while attacking her breasts. He wrapped his mouth around her left breast and started sucking on it. His other hand strayed up to her other breast pinching it hard. She yelped in pain. Michael pulled her nipple with his teeth and twisted the other with his finger. There was no gentleness in it. Only pain. After torturing her chest to his heart's content, he took off his pants and aligned himself to her entrance. She was dry as a desert. Without any warning or compassion, he impaled her like an animal. She screamed in pain and arched up. Michael didn’t allow her anytime to adjust around his length. She felt like her vagina would rip apart. He started thrusting in and out of her violently. His every thrust felt like a knife spearing her insides. “Please..it hurts..aah...Aaah,” she pleaded with him to stop. But he wasn’t taking any of it. “Did I tell you to speak?" he spat back and slapped her on her cheek while pounding inside her like a hungry devil. “You have ruined my life, Ashley,” he blamed her while picking up the pace. He bit hard on her neck, chest, and shoulders while yanking her hair tightly. He slapped her when she tried to roll him off her worsening the case of her lips. Fresh blood spilled out. The pain she was feeling was beyond measure. “Please, let go,” she begged again in her weak voice. New marks tainted her skin and those that were healing became fresh.

Blood oozed out of his bites. And when he had tortured her with his heart content, he got off her. “You are a bane,” that is all he said while lying on his side.

Every inch of her body was hurting. The bruises on her chest were smeared with blood. The pain down there was torturous. She laid straight as she knew any movement would only intensify her pain. Her eyes were wide open but tears had stopped brimming her eyes. She had dried on tears. Her tear-streaked cheeks had his hand imprinted on it. The man fell back to sleep but she stayed awake. There was only one thought, more of a question, swirling in her head; what she ever did to deserve this?

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