"Did You touch him? Did You?!" My husband gazed down at me.
His face contorted with rage. His eyes have changed to vivid colors of gold, but I'm not scared by this. I snickered as I wiped away the blood that had splattered the front of my mouth after he struck me.
I got to my feet from the floor, and he just stood there staring at me. I licked the inside of my lips, hoping to hasten the healing process. I took my time approaching him before tiptoeing up to his ear and whispering.
"Yeah. Do you want to know what else did we do—" I was halfway through my statement when he suddenly pulled me and forced me to stand in front of him, slapping my face so hard that I feared it might be broken by the force.
"You are married to me, Isabella! To me and not to him!" Screaming at me, he pulled his hair back in frustration and brushed it away from his face.
"We're married? Really, Farrell? Aren't you the one who wanted to break that marriage you are talking about now?" I screamed with everything I had before pushing his shoulder away.
How could he possibly be upset with me?
How could he claim to be my spouse when he has never acted in any way that suggests he is?
Was the fact that I was providing him reasons to end our marriage not enough to convince him? Now he's upset with me because I've touched other men while he's fucked another woman behind my back? What's going on? Who knew how many women he has?
"Don't fucking raise your voice to me, Isabella," his hand reached for my chin and clutched it strongly, causing my mouth to open in response.
When he suddenly drew closer to my face, my heart rate increased. Because I couldn't comprehend the situation at first, I let him to travel through my open mouth. As he continued kissing me, I stood in front of him and allowed him to do anything he wanted to me.
"Ouch! —"
After I bit his lip to keep him from kissing me, Farrell gazed at me with wide-open eyes, full of disbelief and wonder.
Who said he could touch or kiss me as much as he wanted, anyway? My body was already out of bounds the instant the guy fished that female out of the water!
"Fuck you!" I screamed, which caused him to become even more enraged with me.
The moment I turned around to face him and began walking, I felt a hand on my arm, and then I felt myself fly through the air before landing on Farrell's back.
"What the hell! Let me down! Let me down, you bastard!" I yelled as I kicked and struck him in the back, but he didn't seem to care and just kept walking as if I wasn't there.
"Let me down!" When Farrell walked into our room, I yelled even louder than before. My gaze locked on him as he hurled me onto the bed as if I were simply a big sack of nothing in his eyes. I made the most of the opportunity that presented itself to me when he turned his back on me and started rushing through the door.
But, in the split second when Farrell turned around and saw me sprinting towards the door, he seized both of my hands and shoved me through the wall. Then he glanced down at me and lifted both of my hands above my head with only his left hand.
"What are you doing?" When he started leaning forward to me again, I gulped in nervousness and asked him a question. I pressed my head back against the wall, getting closer and closer to it until I couldn't move anymore.
"Didn't you say fuck me'?" When he went closer to my ears and began licking them, my eyes widened even further. My breath caught in my throat when he reached for the room's door lock with his free hand and I heard it click.
"F- Farrell. Stop j- joking and let me g—" When I first felt his hand on my breast and realized he was rubbing it, my eyelids involuntarily shut tightly. I didn't mean to, but a moan left my lips as he massaged my breast with skill and precision. Shit! I'm starting to lose control.
"F- Farrell! Damn it! Stopped—" I couldn't stop moaning, especially as I began to taste the blood that had drained from his mouth after I had bitten him earlier to stop him. Despite my want to bite him again with all of my might, my strength failed me that day.
"You're so fucking noisy!" In response to his abrupt release of my mouth, which caused it to gently tilt towards him and plead for more.
"Fuck! F- Farrell, Stop— hmm!" I shrieked as he started touching me down there. Since I was only wearing leggings, he was able to do whatever he wanted because I wasn't blocking him.
I felt my knees start turning into jelly when he grabbed my mouth to stop me from moaning so hard, but how could I? Especially when he started sliding his hand inside my leggings and underwear.
When he gripped my mouth to stop me from groaning so loudly, I felt my knees start to turn to jelly. I couldn't stop myself; I couldn't stop him. This was especially true as he began to slide his hand under my leggings and undergarments.
"You looked so beautiful with your eyes rolled over," he whispered as he started inserting his finger in me. He let go of my hand, and there's saliva all over his hand, which proves that what he was doing to me was driving me crazy.
"F-Farrell… S-stop…" I moaned when he began to pace more quickly this time. He looked at me with a sneer before tugging both my leggings and underwear down from my waist.
"You want me to stop? But I think you're not being truthful to yourself." My eyes were wide open as I glanced at him, who was staring at my naked thighs with a maniacal grin on his face. Despite my best efforts to kick him and get out of here, he suddenly grabbed my hand and threw me back onto the bed. This time, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get myself back to my feet once more.
"No… Farrell… Please…" As he began to remove his belt, I begged him to stop. When I noticed his thing was looking so hard, I closed my eyes.
"This is what you get from disobeying me," he said in hushed tones as he forcibly began to place himself between my thighs.
"Fuck you!" I said in hushed tones as I began to feel his thing seeping into my body. When I began to feel something inside me tear, tears began to fall from my eyes. But despite the fact that I was crying and begging him to stop, he continued to carry out the 'punishment' he had mentioned.
As soon as I opened my eyes and glanced at him, he smacked me across the face and gazed down at me with shameful eyes. He was so engrossed in the fact that he was witnessing my agony that he was completely unaware of what he had just done.
He proceeded to treat my body as if it were some whore that he had to pay to be able to use me the way he wanted to use me. While he was thrusting me from behind, he began beating me and yanking on my hair. I despise him to the core of my being.
It was only when I felt something inside of me erupt that I realized he was already through with me. The only thing he did was stand back and stare at me as if I were some kind of masterpiece.
"Never acted like that again," he muttered as he walked out of the room. It was at that point that tears started to pour into my eyes again because I didn't have the strength to look at him as he walked away.
I just sobbed and wrapped my arms around myself in bed, not knowing what to do next. Everything in my body hurt, and I couldn't even move my legs since the pain increased with every movement.
Farrell, I would never allow you to treat me in this manner again. I pledge to you that one day I will look at you and have no emotion at all.
Why? Why did we turn like this? Where did things start to go wrong?