Warning: This part contains abusiveness, harrasment so please leave if you aren't comfortable with such scenes -
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"Fucking stop struggling! I said stop," he warned, and she halted in her place. She sensed that one wrong move could worsen things because he definitely wasn't in his right mind.
"Look at me," he said while she was still looking at the ground, not listening to him.
"I said look at me when I am talking to you," he repeated, trying to catch her attention.
She looked at him only to see his knuckles clenched and his eyes throwing daggers at her.
"I am asking you one last time, let's do this together and we'll be better," he said. However, she declined, saying, "And I'm saying again, if that's what will make you believe me, then I'm not going to do it. Stop dominating me," she added.
He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He removed his wristwatch and then looked at her again. She stood there, shivering, unsure of what was coming next.
"Fine with me," were the only words he uttered. He moved towards her, attempting to pull down the spaghetti straps of her dress.
"What are you trying to do? Are you out of your mind? When I said I don't want to, then I don't want to," she protested, swiftly removing his hands from her bare arms.
"Shut up, just shut your mouth," he snapped. At this point, she was certain of one thing: when she looked into his eyes that screamed with lust, there was no turning back for him today.
"You're sick. Don't think of me as weak. Stop being an asshole and be a man rather than being an animal. That's what you've become," she uttered those bitter words, and with that, all his controlling limits were surpassed.
Now, nothing could prevent him from doing what he wanted.
"Are you doubting my manhood? Should I show you what kind of man I am tonight? Then allow me the honor" He said and grabbed both of her hands behind her.
He bit her jawline. It wasn't pleasing or loving; it clearly depicted his rage and cruelty. She tried to push him off, scared but not showing it.
She didn't know how much longer she could continue doing so when the one hurting her is none other than her own husband.
He pinned both of her hands above her head while she struggled under his hold.
He was indifferent to her cries, blind to her state, and unaware of his actions due to his impaired senses not knowing that it would end up hurting him as well.
He pushed her onto the bed and positioned himself above her. He attempted to remove her dress, only managing to pull it halfway down to her belly, exposing her upper wear.
Removing her dress apart, he moved closer to her as she tried to push him back, but he was fast enough to capture her. He forcefully smashed his lips against hers and attempted to unhook her upperwear, while his other hand was free.
In response, she twisted his hand, causing him to hiss in pain, and she saw pure hatred and rage in his eyes which she had never seen before.
She retaliated by slapping him hard, causing his face to turn to the other side. He choked her, and her eyes widened in fear, but he soon removed his hand from her neck. She was struggling to breathe.
"Stop it, you bastard! You douchebag! How dare you force me when I said no? Stay away from me, jerk," she exclaimed.
He grabbed her chin, his eyes blazing with fire that scorched her. She was growing weak, but she suppressed the urge to reveal her inner turmoil.
However, her resistance only seemed to awaken his inner beast.
"How dare you slap me," he said and moved forward. "Now, I'll show you the consequences of cheating with Vivaan and slapping him."
"No, you can't do this. I'm your wife, for once, just think about it," she pleaded, trying to calm down his inner beast, but she realized she was the one who inadvertently provoked him.
"Don't move," he said angrily as she slid down to the floor, covering herself by crossing her hands over her chest since she was only in her innerwear.
Gripping her hair tightly, he grabbed one of her hands and pinned her against the wall. She whimpered in pain as tears continued to fall rapidly from her eyes.
There was no sign of mercy in him, and she understood that struggling was futile. However, despite knowing that he wouldn't stop today, she fought for her dignity and herself.
"Please, I beg you, this isn't right. You're killing me from within. Don't do this," she cried while trying to escape from him.
"I won't stop today. You've only seen my love, but today you'll see my wrath. And trust me when I say this, I'm deeply obsessed with you," he replied.
She just closed her eyes, feeling his tight grip on her wrists as he moved his face towards the crook of her neck, biting there harshly, making her whimper in pain.
"You-you said you loved me. How can you ruin your own love, your own wife?" she asked. He sighed in annoyance, clenching his jaw because of her continuous disturbance.
"One more word, and it will get harder for you, believe me," he said, making her startled. She started struggling in his hold, while he just caged her in his arms and kissed her forcefully, biting her lips.
He asked for entrance while the girl was crying miserably, not letting her breathe. He was kissing her like a beast, making blood ooze out of her soft lips. She tried to push him and succeeded.
"You're a monster, a fucking monster who wants nothing except yourself inside me," she snapped back at him, and now it crosses all the limits.
She called Satan herself.
Unbuckling his belt, he moved towards her while she just crawled backwards, fearing.
With rapid steps, he came to her and pushed her onto the bed, hovering over her. He tied her wrists to the corners of the bed.
"I hate you to the core vivaan you're a monster" she said and *slapped*
Yes, he slapped her with all the force he could, causing her face to turn the other way. A scratch appeared on her face, and the area turned completely red. It was very painful for her. She then turned back to look at him.
"I hate the fact that I gave a chance to a monster like you," she said, her eyes shedding warm tears and her teeth gritting. Her heart was broken; her soul hurt seeing this demeanor of his.
He slapped her again and grabbed her hair tightly. She struggled against the restraints.
"Shut up, you whore," he said. She looked at him with a shocked expression, her mouth parted.
"Don't look at me like that.There's nothing wrong with spreading your legs for me too. After all, I'm your own husband and you've already acted like a whore" he said, smirking.
She screamed back at him, "I won't, you fucker! I won't let you ruin me. You don't deserve me," she said. He went to his table, opened the drawer, took out tape, and moved towards her.
"Don't, please. It will hurt me so much. Please don't," she pleaded with him.
"Hurting you would give me immense relief," he said while smirking and unwrapping the tape.
She was crying her heart out, but it didn't seem to affect the Satan standing in front of her.
"Tsk tsk, I love seeing you like this-trembling, fragile, all your bravery gone. Huh?" He asked, and she remained silent.
He moved closer, stretching the tape in front of her eyes, and said, "Speak up." She nodded.
"So, dear wifey, whom do you belong to?" he asked, but she didn't answer. He made her look towards him.
"Answer me," he insisted.
Finally, in her trembling, crackly voice, she replied "It's y-you"
"Hmm, who is your master?" he asked, but she went silent, her sobbing the only sound. He stretched the tape again, signaling for her to speak. "It's y-you."
"And what should a slave do for her master? She should obey him, right?" he asked innocently. She closed her eyes and nodded.
"Then be a good wifey and a pretty little slave. Don't annoy me anymore and obey me," he said. She shook her head in denial, ignoring him as he removed his shirt leaving only his pants.
"Don't do this. You're going to regret it. Don't let your beast overcome you."
"Enough of talking," he said and fully removed her dress, though she was wearing shorts. His eyes narrowed.
"Uhmm, so much hiding, but today I will see all of it, removing all the layers," he said, running his fingers over her bare thighs.
She tried to stretch her hands to hide herself from the predator that was her own husband, the one who claimed to love her beyond everything.
"Useless," he mumbled and attacked her, ignoring her sniffles.
He tightly grabbed one of her covered breasts and started leaving hickeys everywhere on her body, while the whole time the girl was begging for mercy. She screamed her lungs out, feeling pain inside and out.
"Please, it's hurting, don't..." she pleaded, fear evident in her voice, worried he might take her virginity.
She rapidly turned her head both ways; it was unbearable for her. He moved upwards, pressing her covered bosom and biting her soft belly, while she screamed.
It wasn't pleasant or pleasurable for her. "Vivaan," words came out broken from her mouth. Ignoring her, he continued-continued to ruin his own love, whom he wanted to cherish.
He was about to remove her shorts when she whispered, "You...killed...me I hate -you--" black dots appeared in front of her, and she fainted.
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