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Chapter 6: Sexual Torture
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2025-03-18 23:27:48“Now darling, you know what to do.” He smirked as he began to take off his clothes, slowly while maintaining eye contact with me.
I shivered from the meaning of his words. Does he mean? No. ‘He hates me too, so of course he wouldn't want anything to do with me’ I thought to myself as I shook my head like a maniac at the possibility of him wanting to consummate the marriage. I heard from my nanny that it means two people who are married having sex after the marriage. She made me know that it was important but also only to be done by a couple in love. “What are you waiting for?!” He yells as he approached me. As the bed dipped, my heart thumped wildly in my chest. I was so nervous that I was mute and unable to swallow saliva. “Who knew you could look this decent? You also have eyes like hers. He commented slowly, looking at me like he was in a trance. “No. Please… please get away from me.” I pleaded asi backed away with every step he took towards me. My whole body was drenched in sweat from fear. I know fear, but this one was different. I felt more fear that I did, in the face of death. My whole body shook with every step that I took back, with every hungry look he gave me, with every thought that crossed my mind. “I'm your husband, am I not. You said I do, did you not?”. He questioned firmy and I shook my head yes, unable to firm any coherent responses, and he grabbed me in one swift move. He didn't even let me blink when he started kissing my neck, roughly. The sounds coming from the sloppy kiss disgusted. I fought and kicked, but even my strongest shiver didn't move him an inch, that was when it dawned on me that there was nothing in ould do to stop him. Tears immediately began to stream down my face as he continued his assualt. He immediately came to an abrupt end with an emotion in his face I couldn't quite understand. “All this time since I set my eyes on you, not once have you cried and you choose to cry now? Are you saying I'm repulsive?!” He yells, slapping me hard, before walking away and slamming the door behind him. As soon as he left, I ran to my top like my ass was on fire. I needed to get dressed as fast as I could. It felt like some sort of security and so I did. Feeling better about the situation despite the slap, I ran out of the room, only to be dragged back in by the mafia man whom I thought had left. Only after he left me did I realize that there were people with him. I turned to look at every one of them and there were 4 armed men with face masks, and two women, who were dressed very sexy. Still thinking about the possible reason why I was dragged back, and why all these people are here, I hear a cuff click, my right hand trapped and my left arm hanging up, being held by the mafia man. I tried to remove it from his grip but he was as firm as the first day I met him. Knowing that he wouldn't budge, I just stopped struggling and watched. Hwn he was done trapping me in cuffs, he snapped his fingers and the girls came to him like digs. The look in his face had demeanor just screamed the fact that he didn't consider these women as anything but specks of dust and it irked me to my soul but who was I to stand up for people if I can't even save myself from anyone. So I just sat there and looked with my hands hurting really bad already and it had just been a few minutes. Right in front of me, they removed their clothes and we're naked before anyone could blink. I felt ashamed on their behalf and looked away, but as soon as I did, I was hut very hard by one of the guards. “Keep your head up!” He yelled as me, swiftly going back to positing so fast younwohld doubt he was the one that just hit me. Blood pooled in my mouth as a result of it but I didn't kosn nor show any emotion, I just drank the blood. “Since I can't touch you, you'll have to watch me being touched.” He states as he grabs the boobs if one the girls. She moaned so loudly, it's hard to believe that it was out of pleasure. He wanted to torture me and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me squirm or cry from discomfort and disgust, so I maintained a stoic face. He grabs the inther one, and shives her head down, as if telling her to touch him there, and she understood the assignment perfectly, you hung him there almost immediately. He immediately moaned at the contact and although I hate this man to my corem it was hard to deny that h was sinfully beautiful and the sound of his moan, almost had me reacting but I swallowed every thing I fel and looked as though I was unfazed. Seeing my unresponsiveness, he grabs one of them and puts two fingers in her mouth, making her suck on it, and in about a second, he puts those two fingers in her pussy, and I almost gasped,due to shock. I always thought it was his tool down south, that was supposed to go into her. ‘Were the authors wrong?’ I asked myself as I watched but I guess they weren't, because a loud moan woke me up from my thoughts, only to see that he was actually fucking her. He's married to me!
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