Chapter 37 FORCED NIGHT
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He didn't message me like he used to do daily regarding the work of designs. I even check his laptop for any new email but nothing comes up.
I sigh depressed, I don't understand why is he behaving so strangely over just a kiss, Like who acts like this? Is he a kid or did I force myself on him? Seriously, this man needs to grow up…
I am starting to get pissed at him, another day spent without him in the house, The next day I still hope for him to show up but he didn't.
I spend my whole day absent-mindedly, I don't understand what I have done that is keeping Andrew away from me. Alas, I lay on my bed disheartened, whenever I think the things will get better the thing starts to get worse between us. Tossing and turning, I finally fall asleep dreaming about my husband and our first kiss.
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I feel heaviness, and I sink further into the mattress, the warm breath lingers over my face.
I am trapped.
I can't move.
I move my face subconsciously and something wet covers my mouth, taking away my breath, I struggle as I start to feel suffocated, I open my blurry eyes and see my husband kissing me hungrily.
I move my head desperately but he holds me still with his hands cupping my cheek firmly. I turn blue from loss of oxygen, OH MY GOD, my husband is going to kill me from his deadly kiss.
My eyes widen as I feel my soul giving up and sensing my sudden numbness, Andrew immediately let go, I was still trying to restore myself from his violent kiss when he lean down and bite my lips mercilessly, making me yelp under him.
"Ahhh…"
"Why?" He asks hoarsely, I thought he is talking about the act that I did on our first date night. I gulp nervously and explain softly to him, "Let the past stay in the past, we can't change it right. I made a mistake, let's forget about it."
I touch his cheek trying to calm him, his eyes look dangerous and his poker face was frightening me.
Andrew lowers his head until his forehead touches mine, he sighs, "We can't change it…"
He pauses and my breath starts to hitch with each passing second, "But… we can reciprocate it." He looks up at me and holds my neck in a crushing grip.
"Why… Mona… Why…" Andrew's hoarse voice sounded, he looks broken but his eyes shows fury. Fury for what?
I blink my eyes, this name "Mona" I think I have heard it somewhere… "Mona?" I ask, and he tightens his grip around my neck. "Andrew… You're hurting me.." I try to push him away from me but he didn't budge at all.
"Yes, I will hurt you until you feel my pain." He says through gritted teeth and before I am able to form his words in my mind, he starts pulling up my nightdress roughly making me petrified.
"Andrew… Stop… Stop…" I insist, but he didn't listen to me, he looks mad and pissed, he tore my panty swiftly and then pushing my legs, he penetrates me with force and recklessness.
I let out a wail, "Ahh…" But my shouts get swallowed by Andrew as he covers my mouth, I cry in pain as he breaks my hymen and fully gets inside me. The tears start to roll down from my eyes and I start sobbing from pain as he starts to thrust.
I still try to resist him but he holds my thighs in a bruising grip spreading me wider and deepening his member inside me. "Stop… please… Stop…" I beg but he has turned a completely deaf ear to me, he assaults me the whole night as I keep squirming in pain under him and begs him to stop. After he finishes his assault, he lands beside me, showering my face with soft kisses, I didn't struggle anymore because I have no strength left in me, I keep sobbing as he continues kissing all over my body.
I feel like a rag doll, my body has turned numb and I don't feel anything, neither his kisses nor his bites, I lay lifelessly, my eyes feel heavy from the massive drainage of my tears and slowly I start to lose consciousness and the darkness consumes my mind completely.
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Pain… I feel terrible pain in my V, I move and it worsens, my bladder is full, I need to use the washroom but I don't feel my legs at all, staggering I somehow made it to the washroom, and as I emptied myself I feel a burning pain in my V.
The pain brings back the awful memory of my husband's assault on me.
I flinch as I clean myself, I feel sore. Staggering I walk back to my room, it's dark, I couldn't see anything, I stagger blindly and then tripping on something I fall heavily, something hit my face and a sharp pain makes me squeal…
I move and hit my head again and this time without even knowing what happened to me, I faint instantly.
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Dry… I feel dryness in my throat, I am thirsty, I need some water.
I open my eyes in search of water, "W..a..t..e..r…" I whisper, I am seeing things half, I feel my face bruised, I can't even open my mouth properly. I feel terrible and as I move to sit I yell from the sharp pain coming from my V and by yelling I move my lips so suddenly that it stretches my face muscles making my brows twitch in immerse pain.
I close my eyes trying to tolerate the pain but I couldn't, the tears starts to roll down my eyes helplessly.
I wish Miss Celine walks in and hands me water, I feel thirsty and terrible.
Seems like God has listened to my prayer as a glass of water was placed in front of my mouth and I gulp it down hurriedly, too hurriedly that I get choked and start coughing the water out.
COUGH... COUGH... COUGH
A warm hand rubs my back, and I feel good. "Are you ok?" A voice comes from above my hair making my hairs stand in fear, I look up and my eyes widen in shock as I see Andrew standing with a glass in his hand.
His hair looks messy, his face pale, his eyes show guilt and sadness, I frown as I remember what he did to me last night. He had turned into a monster, he forced himself on me, and he raped me brutally. I will not forgive him ever.
I have never denied his right to me but is this the way to treat your wife? How could he insult me like this? Am I a human in his eyes or a plaything whom he had signed to get? How could he hurt me like this?
Thinking of this, the fresh tears start to fill in my eyes.
"Please… Don't cry…" He looks at me with softness, his fury, the fire, lust everything has changed now. It's like he has become another person in the morning. He takes a step toward me and a shrill cry of terror escapes my mouth. He stops immediately, his eyes showing emotions that I couldn't understand at all.
With difficulty, I open my mouth to say, "DON'T… DON'T HURT ME..."
He freezes and then gulps nervously, "Tessy, please don't cry… Let me explain… Let me…" He starts to run his hand in his hair looking anxious but stops saying anything more when I start to sob loudly.
Boo Hoo… Boo Hoo… Boo Hoo…
Andrew gives me a guilty look and quickly leaves the room, I sigh and then start crying more sadly, I press my face into the pillow and grieve with sadness, I never wanted to hate Andrew but what he did to me I can't help but hate him from the depth of my heart.
Why did he do this to me? Is this the way he punished me for kissing him? But for f**k's sake I am his legal wife can't I even kiss him. I cry more sadly, feeling like Andrew has ripped open my soul from his cruelty.
"Miss.." I hear a gasp and look up at Miss Celine who is standing beside my bed, looking at me with wide eyes. "What happened to you? Did Sir Andrew hit you?" She asks as she touches my bruised face and I flinch from the pain.
"I… f..e.ll.." I reveal in a hoarse voice.
And Miss Celine sighs in relief, "I know Andrew Sir could never raise his hand on any woman."
Yes, he can't raise his hand because he raises something else to hurt a woman, he is a jerk and a monster. Suppressing an irritated sigh, I close my eyes tiredly, I am not in the mood to listen to any praise for my husband.
Actually, at this moment I don't even want to keep remembering that I even have a husband whom I love with all my heart but in return, he just gives me pain and hurt.
I feel too disheartened and broken at this moment, that even If I don't want to continue shedding tears, it feels like all the tears are going to finish from my body soon. Miss Celine tries to comfort me but I want to stay alone as I ask her to leave with extreme difficulty.
She leaves the room thankfully but returns after a while, she hands me an icepack for my bruised face and then leaves while I stay in bed with a loss of words and emotions, I keep crying sadly still not believing what my husband did to me.
And as sadness numb my heart, it numbs my brain too and I again get consumed by the utter darkness.
