Not again same pain

The morning rolled by and was now setting. Shyra looks out into the passenger window to

distract from reality. Her heart ached as she tries push away every day she has to endure with

her husband, all she hopes for is some change. "I'm having friends over tonight" Shane blurts out that had Shyra frozen in sight. She looks at

him for some reassurance, but his emerald eyes didn't even take a quick glance over her. It

wasn't that she was shy around people, no, it was because Shane would let his "friends" comment on her. As if rating her. She remembered there was one particular group of men she did not like around the house, that

followed her up to the bedroom. Thankfully, Shane caught on with them and brought them down. But, it was her fault for luring his friends to follow along, that was what Shane told her. They

wouldn't do anything to her if she wasn't asking for it. Shane would rather trust his friends over

his wife. "I want you to wear something nice tonight. I'm giving back your makeup and clothes, but just

for tonight" He says, softly and reassuring-like as if it was the thought that came through her. "Is

there any reason for the occasion? It seems special" she asks, trying to filter and prepare for any

sudden hit he might do. "Why ask such a question? Can't I invite my friends over?" He huffs out

as if hurt. "Y-yes-", "Then you don't have to ask why" he cuts her off, his tone rising. Her lips turn

to a thin line, biting back anymore words to come out. As they park at the front of their suburban home, Shyra felt her feet turn cold. Anxiety rolled in

as the thought of being unsafe with Shane's friends rolled in her mind, "Stop stalling, it's getting

late and you have to cook up something for the guests" Shane scowls at her, opening his door. She opens hers and walks out, making her way to the entrance. Shane passes from behind her

and immediately sits himself down at his office corner, starting up his work from home routine. Shyra sighs, melancholicly sliding off her hoodie leaving her in just a tanktop and shorts. She

heads to the kitchen to start cooking up for the sudden occasion. Hours passed, Shyra finishes up with her roasts, putting them in the oven to keep them warm

and her entrées placed beautifully on the six seater dinning table. She breathes in satisfaction

knowing she did good, then strolled to grab her brownies to put in the fridge. "You haven't taken

a shower?" Shyra jumps unto her feet as Shane enters the kitchen area looking well-dressed in

semi formal attire. He trimmed off parts of his beard, had his hair in a clean formal bun, and his

neck tattoos hidden. "Oi, get dressed. They're coming soon", "I've only just finished cooking, can't I atleast have 10 more minutes to myself?" Shyra huffs out whilst taking off the apron. "For what? You've been cooking for 2 years now since we lived in together" He raises his voice, "Can you please stop with your whining? If you were to tired to cook, why even finish?" he continues, fixing himself by the window. "You should atleast be thankful I'm giving you an

opportunity to look good infront of my close friends". Shyra sighs quietly, knowing she won't win with her husbands argument. She worries she might

get another beating if she does so. Making her way out of the kitchen and up the flight of stairs, Shyra was busy in thought of what

ifs. She closes the bedroom door and to her surprise sees a flowing white mid dress that was

hung on the bathroom door. Attached to it was a note saying 'I love you - Shane', her heart ached

knowing those words meant nothing to her anymore. She takes another look at the dress, it had full sleeve that can hide her bruises on her arm, and a

transparent lace trim at the front to reveal a cleavage. She looks around if there were anymore

that Shane left for her to use and finds her pair of cream colored stiletto pumps. She places the

things on the bed, then goes inside the bathroom. She finds her makeup pouch and a desk mirror for her to use. She smiles in relief thinking her

husband didn't throw her stuff away as she assumed. Shyra climbs in the shower and undresses

herself before turning on the shower. As she finishes off showering, some of her hair were falling out. She turns off the faucet knob

and grabs a towel to dry off. On the process of applying her making up, she thinks to herself in

ways how she'll be able to get out of this situation. Murder perhaps? Shyra rolled her eyes to

herself knowing she wont survive in prison. Running away? The thought occured to her with

anxiety that Shane might come at her looking for her. She puts on a nude lipstick that kept her makeup natural. After drying her hair, she gives one

last spray of moose in her hair to keep her curls intact. She goes out of the room and gets

dressed in time to hear a honk downstairs. Shyra peaks out of the room to see men after men

coming in the house. She walks downstairs to greet them with Shane, but with her every move

men watched her like prey. Shyra closes in to Shane, holding on to his arm making it known she was already taken. But a

line made her frozen at her feet, "Is this the prospect you were referring to?" A slightly older man

chimes in on Shane pointing at Shyra. "Yes, she's my lovely wife and is quiet open of the idea" Shane replies proudly, she stood there

wide eye as he talks more. "She's open to the idea of an open marriage, but I believe us men can

benefit on that" Shane deliberately continues while laughing along with the men, as if this topic

had come to them between Shyra. "Though I did suggest she tries out OnlyFans, she insists on

becoming a prostitute" Some of Shane's friends eyed at Shyra in disgust and some gave Shane

a look of awe. "You must have your ego in shatters, knowing your wife isn't satisfied with only one" A young

man across from me says in a pity. Shane chuckled at his remark, "No, not at all-" I look at him in disgust "She says she would do it with people I trust" which the men replied with a nod. Shyra

pulls away from Shane and quickly fled to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and quietly sat on the toilet. Her mind started racing as the

thought of her husband prostituting her became prominent to his friends. Some she recognizes

from his husband's company, and some were his colleagues. What the hell is his problem? First

he asks if I love him enough, and now he's selling me? My blood boiled at the thought, but a

quiet knock had me off guard. "Pre-Occupied" I yell out, thinking it couldn't be Shane. "You better open the other, you're

embarrassing me infront of my friends" Shane spoke to the door, bitting his bottom lip trying to

contain his anger. The door unlocks and Shane slides in the bathroom. "Shane, please explain yourself... " Shyra

pleads out, her hand grasping the top of her head in frustration. "I am not open for an open

marriage, I don't want any of this" Shd cried out in defeat. Shane ushers himself unto her

unexpectedly being gentle. He caresses the back of her head while hushing her cries. "Hun, I know you're confused. But, please do trust me on this one" Shane softly spoke reassuringly, "I don't know them... How could

you just talk as if everything you said were true", "Because, I'm doing this for us" He sighs out

and kisses her forehead, whilst continuing to rub her head. "What do you mean?" Shyra asks quietly, confused at his reply. "I've been doing exactly as what

you tell me with no retort or a single complain- " she huffs out in frustration, "Why do this to me

and expect me to understand?" she looks in Shane's eyes looking for answers. "I've been sexually frustrated, and I can't deal with making love with you anymore" The room fell

into silence and Shyra felt her heart shattered to pieces as those words left Shane's mouth. "I've

been fantasizing you making love with another man, people I know." Shane explains, making

Shyra's heart heavier. "I don't know what to say" Her voice cracked as tears continued to pour out, "I want our marriage

to work out-" Shane says sweetly making Shyra sick to her stomach "-this could help us". That was it. Her life shattered into pieces. Shyra didn't know what she was going to do, she had

nowhere else to go and she didn't have enough nor even a coin to survive on her own. There was no way around it