He helped her into a chair.
"I – I can't go on with this anymore, Mark. I'm so tired," She said amidst stifled sobs. "He refuses to reason with me and only lazes around at home. He doesn’t give a fuck about the bills or the grocery – heck; he doesn’t even care about Alex!" She bit down her lip, her hands shaking terribly under the table.
"Amelia, it's high time to ask for a divorce. That guy is a fucking douchebag. I can't see you like this anymore; it honestly kills me." Mark took her hands in his and brushed her fingers gently. She kept her head low, trying to get her thoughts together.
"But what will happen to Alex? I don't want him to grow up without the anchoring support of a father."
"An abusive father, you mean," Mark reminded her coldly. She flinched at his words. "You can get full custody, Amelia. Trust me; he's better off having no farther than coming home from school almost every day to witness his mom ruthlessly treated by a monster."
"But- but," She gulped, as she gathered the words, "sometimes he really tells me that he loves me, Mark. And, for that moment, I can forget all the instances he has wronged me. I know he loves me." Her voice was heavy with tears. "I didn't marry a monster."
Chapter 6
Amelia quietly latched the door. The hallway was pitch black, and she regretted being a little too late. Carefully, she made her way towards the lounge, when a man's hand gripped her from the side. She let out a yelp.
"Where were you, huh?" Kyle's hoarse voice echoed in her ears.
She scrambled for the lights, and Kyle's face came into view.
"I-I," She stammered, “I was just meeting a friend. I'm sorry I didn't keep track of the time."
"A friend?" Kyle's tone was sharp. Her heart had stopped beating for a second. "You fucking whore." He pinned her against the wall, his nails digging into her skin, his grip too tight around her wrists.
"Kyle, please, it wasn't anything." But he was indifferent to her soft sobs corralling the dining room. His hands pushed beneath her blouse, legs slamming her back as he pulled her shirt from over her head. He moved towards her bra, and she struggled out her hands from his grip in vain.
"Kyle," her voice dripped with agony. "I don't want to have sex right now."
His lips curled into an evil smile as he unhooked her bra and squeezed hard on her nipples.
She let out a painful scream.
"Kyle, please," she pleaded, "You’re hurting me."
He led her away from the wall and slammed her body on the couch. He pulled her pants from under her, throwing his boxers on the floor before he began to fuck her. He wasn’t wearing any protection, she realized in horror.
He sat atop her stomach, and licked at the bare skin, his tongue only traveling up. And they came to a stop at her nipples. The edge of his tongue traced her nipple softly at first, and then he sucked on it hard. His incisors rubbed against the soft skin, and her stomach dipped inwards as a pang of pain shot up her spine. She cried out in agony.
“Kyle, Kyle! You’re hurting me, please…stop!’’ she begged.
His eyes filled with lust, observing her face in pain and agony. He started thrusting harder, grabbing the edge of her hips for support. She protested by clenching his thighs. He aggressively held her arms and tied them behind her back. There was no way out.
She groaned and wailed as his shoves grew faster. He was panting harshly as he squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipple. He pressed them between his index finger and thumb, increasing the pressure as she screamed higher.
“Stop,’’ she said, as tears rolled out of her eyes.
“You like this, don’t you?’’ he whispered as he dug his fingers in her waist and turned her around. He shoved her head in the cushion, raising her ass to face him. Entirely driven by her pain, he spanked her harder, more and more until her ass had an imprint of his hand.
“You don’t like it? Your ass does,’’ he said.
He shoved two of his dry fingers inside her cunt, fidgeting them around the walls of her pussy, ignoring her defenses.
He spread her cheeks and spit on her asshole. She knew what was coming; she closed her eyes as he shoved his cock inside her anus. Her tears streamed across her face.
“Stop!’’ she screamed.
“Shush. You’re ruining this for me.’’
He shoved himself deeper inside her tight anal wall, lubricating it with his spit. He grabbed her hips as he pushed his dick inside of her. He pulled on her ponytail to thrive himself in her even deeper.
