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Qᴜᴀʀᴀɴᴛᴀᴅᴜᴇ - ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

The scars that you can't see and that aren't visible are the hardest to heal. ~ Unknown.

Valentinia:

Past (3 years ago).

"You think that by threatening me, that you will scare me? That's the best that you have got? It seems that you have lost your touch." I asked, an unbelievable expression carving its way upon my face.

His hands were encased around my arms, tightening harrowingly at my words.

"Threats? What threats, Bambolina? I am merely promising you, stating what I am going to do to you. Do you think that I am coward enough not to go through with my statements? That I would just threaten to hurt you, so that next time you will know what happens if you disobey me. Tut tut..." He answered, shaking his head in a disappointment. His eyes narrowed in disbelief.

"That would just give you and everybody else the impression that I was lenient, that I have gone soft. Weak. I am not weak! If you step out of line or disobey my rules, you will be taught not to immediately! So that it is instilled into you that your behaviour is unacceptable and that it won't be tolerated.

You will learn to obey me because I am in charge. I think that you have forgotten who is in charge Leonessa, your behaviour has seemed to have deteriorated rather than improve. I wonder why that is?" He continued, I could hear the mocking tone in his voice.

It angered me how he spoke to me as if I was a child, one that had just got caught stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar. It made me feel small; inferior. My parents hadn't even been this punishing or condescending. I felt like he was my parent, always telling me what to do, enforcing rules, initiating punishments... It was pathetic, he was pathetic.

It's exhausting. He wants me to be the perfect little wife, but can't he see that I am not meant to be submissive? Nobody is perfect. I want to be able to control my life for once. It is my life! As long as that I am with him I will never be able to control my life or even have a say in it. His fucking attitude grates on me!

Why does he get to do whatever the hell he pleases? But I, I cannot do fuck all without his approval or permission. It's ridiculous.

"Valentinia, I am getting pissed off with your ignorance, as well as your disrespect!" He growled, one of his hands releasing my wrist, in- turn clasping hold of my chin, to ensure that my attention was on him and him alone.

Grey to blue. His eyes held a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from anger to frustration. His pressure upon my chin was prickling, as his nails burrowed into my flesh. I knew already that when he lets go that the crescent indents would remain behind.

"Oh, will you shut up already with your standards? You expect me to be all happy and obedient when you rode me of my life! You took everything that I ever had, I might not have had much, but I had enough! I had control, but now I have nothing but an overbearing, vicious prick of husband! God must hate me." I snapped, I was almost positive that I had spat in his face during my rant.

I attempted to pull my face from within his punishing grasp, but he carved his nails in further and yanked my face cruelly towards to his own so that our noses were touching. I could feel his hot breath skimming across my face, due to our current position.

"I took what was rightfully mine, as I keep on telling you. You will be happy and obedient, Leonessa." He gritted out through his teeth, his eyes flashing in impatience. I could see his expression morph into one of acrimony, demonstrating that he is not one happy person as of right now.