Sex And Fantasies

Wounded Heart

ENTRY 2.3 *** Gayle's POV The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene. The sun poured through my window. Despite the things that are happening, I always flashed a smile when I woke up. Another day had dawned, bringing with it new hope and aspirations. There’s no better way to wake me up in the morning than with a smile on my face. While a good night’s sleep and sweet dreams aren’t always the case, one thing I can always count on is creating glee despite everything. However, these dreams and hopes started to fade because of the relationship that I had with my husband. If only I can turn back time, but I know I couldn’t. Still, I am trying my best to make my day productive and hoping that one day, Liam will forgive me. I always woke up early to prepare breakfast for Liam, iron his clothes—prepare all he needed before going to work. Liam will hurt me if I failed to do what he wanted. As he always says, I must obey him. Slaves must always obey their masters. I was caged just like a prisoner. And I can’t do anything about it because these are the consequences of my action. I got up in my bed, take a quick shower, wear a black dress below the knee, applied powder to my face, and climbed down the stairs. I heaved a deep sigh when I already saw Liam in the kitchen, having some time with his cup of coffee. I took a deep breath again to get courage. “Good morning!” I greeted him cheerfully and went closer to him. I was about to initiate a kiss when I stopped midway. Damn it, I forgot, we’re not on good terms, I thought. “Sorry,” I uttered and when Liam met my eyes, I distance myself before I could piss him off. “What do you want for breakfast?” I asked and wore my pink apron that hangs near the fridge. Liam darted his eyes at me. “Why do you always act like I will give a damn about you?” he asked and put down his cup on the table. It hurts that I’m trying to make peace with him but he alwaysThis belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

distances himself from me. Yeah, he will not give a damn about me—because I sinned? And he only gives a damn when he will plunge his big shaft inside my small hole. “Liam…” I whispered his name. “Despite everything you still dared to flash a smile on me? You always pester me. You always disgust me! But hell, you always dared to talk to me like we’re fine?” I slightly bowed my head and play with my fingers. Sometimes, I can’t understand him. There’s nothing wrong with the way I treat him despite the beatings and sufferings he gave to me. I just wanted his forgiveness. But he’s having a hard time giving it to me. So, what will I do… letting myself stay on the corner and lose my sanity? “I just wanted to—” “Enough with your reasons. Why don’t you just fucking leave me alone?” he barked, his loud mad voice bouncing on the walls. “I am asking for your forgiveness, Liam. I wanted us to settle this out. You don’t want to let me go. You’re just being unreasonable—” “What did you say?” Liam’s forehead creased as he cut the hum into my words. My eyes widened when I realized what I have uttered. “I-I didn’t mean—” I didn’t finish my words when Liam picked the saucer. I tried my best to cover my face with my arm and turned around when that object hit me. Our distance is just a meter away and the impact is hard when it hit my arm that covers my face. That saucer is made up of ceramic material—it’s solid and hard. And when it fell on the floor, it gives a thunderous cracking sound. I was about to look back when Liam rushed towards my side and pulled my hair. “L-Liam…” I whispered. My body started to tremble in fear, my heart started to thump fast because of the danger that my system let out. “You fucking dare to talk back—” “I am sorry. I was just—” I didn’t finish my words when Liam slapped me on the face which makes me stumble and fell to the tiled ground. I groaned in pain and my eyes shed tears. “There you are! You’re just good at crying!” he exclaimed as he grabbed me in the hair, lifting me. I screamed in pain, trying to remove his grasp on it. However, he successfully lifted me and throw me

back on the floor. I pity myself because I can’t do anything but cry hard, hurt deep within my heart. Even if I tried to fight for myself, I still ended up being wounded by his beatings and sharp words. “Liam…” I whispered his name again and one moment, I found myself being dragged by him. “If you had a great time with your best friend, then you will have a hard time with me,” he said and forced me to face the wall as he lifted the hem of my dress. At this moment, I know what he will do again. And I was right when I felt the familiar pang of pain when his shaft entered my anus and take me continuously, trusting deep and harshly.