12] Becoming a Good Wifey

The air filtering through the wide spread silence chilling my nerves penetrated my ears as the sounds of boot tickling through the ceramic tiles echoed around as he inched closer and closer.

"Stand up" The authoritarian voice was aimed at me. I resisted and kept my eyes close trying to ignore the dreadful presence of a disastrous voice aimed at me.

"Stand up.." He roared again this time with a greater intensity, the feel of someone creeping along my arm. The fingers enclosed tightly around my fragile wrist as the sudden warm blood rushing through his nerves came in contact with the cold blood chilled out of feat making my body feel warm and cold at the same time.

In utmost fear, with my fingers tugged around a crampled edge of my satin fabric dress, as the fingers enclosing my wrist strengthened its hold, I tugged around the dress in fear. The hold was too strong making it impossible to get free from it. My heart raced and all courage drooped down as he tried dr