We're Not Linking! (MxM)

Chapter 5

He didn't give a shit and stepped over the glass with his boots. "You don't get a say in anything now. You are my child bearer and my wife, you fucking bitch."

"Why are you so angry? If I am your wife, you must be loveable." She declared. She noticed his face was reddened. The woman squinted her eyes and stared into his with full confidence.

"Because you to me now are a fake." He stepped further and further in front of her. Before she could escape, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close. She winced in pain with her nostrils flaring when she sniffed and inhaled the alcohol smell reeking from his mouth. He dragged the piece of glass near her neck and trailed it down to her shoulders, causing her to snivel. However, she tried her best to recapture her image, but tears were streaming down her ears as the wound stinged her neck. "I know what you did, so if you don't want me to hurt those little shits hiding in their room, we're going to spend the day doing what I want to do."

Fabia gasped for air and huffed heavily when he threw her on the floor. She groaned in pain as her husband dropped the glass with the pile and began dragging her from the hair with force against her will. Her feet dragged along stinging particles of glass and he threw her on the couch and stepped over her.

"Stay quiet, alright? You did this to yourself even when I did not want to force you." He whispered in her ear angrily. He snarled as low heat rose in her ears and cooled off quickly as he backed his head away from her. He did not let a smile slip from his face.

Nachum in the room covered his mouth. His eyes widened as he heard his mother's painful moans. It was not pleasurable moans, but it was more like forced it. He turned to his frightened sister who was confused and wanted to seek for mom.

"Nacho... what's going on?" She whispered, and he shushed her. He shoved a cookie in her mouth to lessen her worries as he waited for the right time.

For two young children to hear the despair in their mother's voice was horrific. They were unknown to what was going on, but he heard his father and mother's "sperm donor" he now refers to him use bad words. Bad words that children say, "no no!" with older children like teens or adults would laugh at and grin. It wasn't the case this time. They were old enough or well mature enough to point out the difference between happiness, grieving, and absolute terrific events. They could say that this is opposed to the frightening children receive when watching horror movies. It was more of happiness being destroyed, grieving for their mother who let out screams and moans which hurt, and terrified because their father was being a horror movie murderer.

Fabia sobbed as Luis forced himself over her and thrusted forward as she weeped and cried, "STOP! PLEASE!" she shook her head and pushed him as the older male slapped her face. He told her to shut up and endure it. If it weren't for her "fussy attitude", none of this would have to happen. All this was according to him, and they were wrong. Her face was puffy and her eyes were all red. She kept crying and shivering under him as he tore more clothes off of her skin and ignored her whines as everything protecting her fell to the floor or ripped around her.

Hadn't it been for the locked door, it would've been too inappropriate and unhealthy for parents to force them to watch what was happening. Penelope squinted her eyes and clutched her hands as she let her head rest on her twin brother's shoulder. Nachum hugged her tight and did the same. They shut their eyes as the screams turned into lower screams. The pitch had changed. The scream was more indifferent It was deeper than their mother's. The boy opened his eyes and turned to his sister, tilting his head as he took a pause. He processed the voice and placed a finger on Penelope's lips

"Wait here," he told her, shushing her on her thin lower lip.

She nodded as he crept towards the door and cracked it open.