"Say my name!" Tyler’s voice boomed like thunder through the duplex hallway, echoing down the stairs. His large, powerful palm was wrapped around my neck; it felt as though he might twist it until I died if I tried anything stupid. The bed squeaked loudly, and the sound of his groans filled the entire room. "What’s my fucking name?" "T-Tyler…" My voice broke like radio static. I whimpered like a wounded dog. Beneath his heavy grip, I was pinned, powerless under his control, while he thrust into me vigorously. "And who the fuck am I to you?!" he yelled, his mouth pressed close to my ear. "My husband," I whispered into the air. I had no breath left to produce sound from my vocal cords. "I can’t hear you!" "My lawful husband!!!" I burst into painful sobs. There he was, "my husband", lying between my shaking legs, thrusting forcefully, taking away what little life I had left. "Good girl. That’s my good girl," he bellowed. He was sweating profusely, still moving with a rhy
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