Trapped In Beastly Desires

A month and two days. Every situation was still the same. Nothing changed. No slight hope for change. Anthony had been the same, doing all he could to hurt her. Most times he tortured her. Every torture ended with a reminder that she should sign the divorce papers. He wouldn't change, meanwhile her strength and hope to continue trying to soften his heart was fading. Even so, all she could do was try harder, cry her eyes out, fall, and rise again to continue trying. But for how long would she carry on trying without hope? How long would she get only pain and no gain? She needed to know.

It was morning. Kayla sat in the living room in all her courage, waiting for Anthony to come downstairs. She was also waiting for the laughing bitch in the guestroom to remember the house wasn't a club and just leave. The whore was too loud. Who did she want to offend? Her? For Christ’s sake, she was only a whore, who Anthony picked from god-knows-where.

The whore came sailing toward her, smiling. Saili