Carey’s POV
“Please, don’t hurt me, I can’t bear it, I can’t…
I will never see Drake again, I will never say a word to anyone. Please don’t hit me,” I pleaded hysterically. But he wasn’t paying attention to my pleas, I could as well be talking to a statue because he acted oblivious to my pleadings. He only smirked as he walked closer to me. I tried to take a few steps back, but he grabbed me and forced me to look into his devilish eyes,
“I never said anything to him, I promise. Drake was just being curious, he was only looking out for me,
Wait,
Please stop
What the hell are you doing, you have no right to order me around, you can’t do this to me.
What the hell is this, what did I ever do to you, why are you doing this to me?
Wait, stop what are you doing?
I never said w word to him, I swear it, I promise, please stop” I continued pleading hysterically. He pulled me down onto his lap, controlling me so I was laying across his thighs. I could feel his rock-hard dick as it touches my stomach. He gets turned on whenever he hurts me, I guess he derives pleasure in causing me pain. That is why he does it continuously, he fucking loves it. And after he hurts me, he advances to his favorite punishment…
“Fucking me like a whore!”
That’s his favorite punishment, although, for the past two years, it’s been a bit different.
“I gave you a fucking order and you disobeyed me. Nobody disobeys my orders, when I give you an order, I expect you to obey every fucking word. I’m going to spank your fucking ass Gracie, and when I’m done with you, you’re are going to regret defying my orders, you are going to regret ever trying to expose me. You will fucking regret lying to my fucking face.” he told me fiercely, holding me firmly when I squirm and tried to run off. He didn’t warm her up, he gave no warning whatsoever. He brought his hand down on my ass, hard, very hard, and I gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I continued pleading hysterically as he brought his hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between my two ass cheeks, hitting me over and over again, hitting me so hard that my ass went numb. I’m sure even his palm would be hurting. Before he was done, I was a crying, quivering mess. My voice quavered as continued to cry and beg him to stop, promising never to disobey his orders ever again. I’m pretty sure that my butt was sore, it was red and swollen and even when he stopped spanking, I still couldn’t stop crying.
This is one of his least punishments, I’m guessing he chose this punishment because he knows that I didn’t do anything to offend him. He was lying when he said that I attempted to take off the big he placed on my hairpin. He knows I would never attempt to do such, I know he placed some bugs on me, but I have never thought of taking them off because I know what is at stake. I can’t risk losing my kids and my family, I try so hard to avoid any situation that would make him mad at me. He knows that he fucking knows that. But he wouldn’t let me be, he loves hurting and screwing me for fun. I can’t fight him, and I certainly cannot tell anyone about it. I’ve made the mistake of already, I agreed to marry this monster, despite knowing about his philandering lifestyle. I knew he was a fraudster and I also knew that he was a dangerous man.
I knew all this, and yet I agreed to marry him just to save my family. He showed me the blueprints and building plans for all our houses and companies. He was going to set explosives in our building and blow it all up. He planted spies everywhere, he stalled every member of my family and he wouldn’t stop threatening them. He sends pictures to me every hour of the day, he does it to prove to me that he has his eyes on me and that he could hurt me if he chose to. I could have gone to the cops, I could have fought hard until I find a way to expose his plots.
But I chose the easy way out, I chose to offer myself to him. I thought I was doing the right thing at the time, I knew I was sacrificing myself for my family, but I didn’t bother about myself as long as my family would be left alone. I thought he was going to keep to his word, I should have known better than to trust in the promises of a scoundrel. He had me, just like he wanted, but I wasn’t all he desired. He wanted more, he wants to destroy my family and there is nothing I can do about it.
“Do you need cocaine to ease your pains?
I can fix you up with some good stuff, I know you will like it.” he asked me softly, mocking me with his words. I responded by shaking her head, shaking it so hard to prove her point. Sometimes he forces me to take a sniff of his cocaine, and other times, he fixes me up with some crack pills that make me high and numb. Then he does whatever he wants with me and leaves me there to take care of myself. He is trying to get me addicted to the use of hard drugs. I try as much as possible to reject the drugs, for the sake of my little girls. The drugs might help me with the pains, but I would rather go through pains than let him turn me into a crackhead.
“Fine, suit yourself!” he let out smugly when I turned down his off to use cocaine.
“Will you obey my orders henceforth?” he asked again.
“Y… Yes!” I sobbed sadly.
“Good.” He responded proudly, then he throws me off his lap and I landed on my face, and I felt sharp pain all over my body. I wanted to lay there on the floor and nurse my injuries, but I still needed to put some distance between us. I know him and I know that he is not done with me yet. He is still going to fuck me hard and fast, and while he screws me, he would hit me as well.
I don’t think I can bear all that, I left the party before I got the chance to eat properly. I’ve been so fucking busy all day, the whole drama at home was very exhausting, coupled with the physical and mental abuse from my husband. I’m so weary, I’m not sure I can bear any more torture or abuse, I may just pass out on the bed while he pounds into me. In sure he wouldn’t mind if I pass out under him, he would never stop until he is satisfied. So my best chance of survival is to find my way out of here before he gets ready to afflict more pain on me.
I crawled away slowly. He is lying on the bed, and I know he can see me trying to get away, but I’m hoping that he is too drunk to come after me. I did this once, he had stepped out to get his whip to use on me, but I ran into the bathroom to save myself and he didn’t come after me. He stormed out of the house in anger, and he didn’t come back home for two days. I knew he was hanging out in his club, and I know he’s screwing the whores that work for him in his club, but I don’t give a damn about that, I don’t fucking care who he screws around with.
Better them than me, right?
It’s been two years since I started using this technique, and it’s been my saving grace so far. It doesn’t always work for me, sometimes he still finds a way to get me out of there and screw me senseless, but I still believe that it’s the best plan I’ve been able to come up with and the fact that I’ve not had any child for him since then is a bonus.
I crawled into the bathroom and I shut the door and locked it. Everything was fine again, I was safely hiding behind the bathroom door e didn’t bother coming after me. I think he found a new mistress that lets him fuck her as he pleases, that must be why he stopped forcing himself on me. I peeked through the keyhole and saw him lying on the bed, then after a few minutes, he got up from the bed and he was preparing to step out of the room and go screw his whores.
He was already walking out of the room when his phone jingled with a new message. He pulled out his phone and clicked on it, it was when his eyes diverted furiously to the bathroom door that I realized that the message must be from my phone. He had my phone linked with his, he has access to all my chats, calls, and messages. He tapped on the screen of his phone and I heard Drake’s voice speaking out of his phone. Drake had left a voice note for me, and now I’m dead.
“We need to talk about it, Sey-Sey, trust me, I can fix everything,” Drake assured me.
“I swear I didn’t do anything, I didn’t say anything…” I started pleading hysterically before he even came near the door.
“Get your ass out here!” he ordered firmly.
“I don’t want to, I can’t bear it anymore. I’m sore, my body hurts all over. Please go away, leave me alone” I pleaded, refusing to open the door.
“You stupid, stupid girl. You think this door is going to keep you away from me?” He asked with sarcasm.
“I can’t do it, I just can’t do it. I’ve done everything you asked me to do, I didn’t say anything, please just leave me alone,” I pleaded, but all I heard was his evil laughter.
“Open this door right now, Casey, you don’t want to piss me off more than you already have.” He growled like a beast. Oh yeah, I forgot, he is a beast, a deadly, heartless beast. That’s what he is.
“I’m not going to open it, I’m going to scream, I’ll alert the neighbors, I’ll call for help. Please, just go. I’ll never say a word, I’ll do anything you want, just let me go please.” I threatened and pleaded pathetically, trying to plead to his human conscience, but all I got was that laughter again. Then it stopped. He stopped laughing and I heard his footsteps retreating. I heave a sigh of relief, believing he has finally come back to his senses. I thought that he changed his mind and turned back, but then I heard a loud thud and the door came flying back, if I had not ducked in time, it would have slammed across my face. He stormed forward, moving towards me with bloodshot eyes, looking as scary as the devil himself. I ran forward and squeezed myself past his side, I tried running back into the room, but he caught me before I even made it past the open door.
“You’re so fucking pathetic. You should thank me for desiring a fucking whore like you.” He said with an evil smirk as he strolled toward my crawling form, mocking and abusing me verbally. I thought he was getting tired of hitting me, I thought he is now feeling regret or pity for me, but I thought wrong. I felt the scalding pain on my scalp as he yanks me by the hair, throwing me on the bed. I could taste the tangy, redundant taste of good in my mouth. I know the other parts of my body would be all bruised and bloody, but I couldn’t think about all that right now as I felt him on top of me.
I shrieked in pain when he tore my clothes right off my body, ripping them off with reckless abandon. I made a last attempt to hide my naked body from his eyes, but he hit me hard across the face, growling in anger,
“Never hide your body from me, you belong to me. You’re Mine!!!” he growled possessively. Then he flipped me around, putting my stomach on the bed, with my ass up, smacking my ass so hard that I yelped in pain.
“Stop sounding so pathetic, I’m sure you’re going to enjoy it as much as I will.” He said with sarcasm, laughing in his usual evil laughter. He pushed right into me, not bothering to get me wet and ready for his penetration. I yelled and screamed in pain as he continues pushing into me, pulling my hair in a tight grip as he, fucking me so hard that I screamed at the top of my lungs, screaming and begging for mercy until I lost my voice. The pain was just too much for me to bear, I’d lost all energy to struggle or scream or beg.
I just laid there like a log of wood as he kept pumping into me, fucking me so hard as the tears spilled out my eyes uncontrollably. I kept thinking about my kids and my family, thinking of them somehow made me forget about the pain. I don’t know how long it went on, but at some point, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I passed out, with the thought of my family in my head.
“Who would save me from this physical and mental torture?”