He was panting while his hips moved back and forth between my thighs. I tried to push him, but he was strong enough to dominate my body. I can't find any strength within me, so the rest I can do is to let him treat me like an animal and wait for him to finish. “My 50 million dollars is not at waste! Ah! Damn it! You're fucking tight, woman! You really are a virgin,” he said it like a chant, repetitively. “P-Please…stop, El. It hurts,” I said, clenching my fists out of the pain that my vagina felt.His body was hard, and his long and thick manhood is plowing at my garden deeper and deeper. I know that I am bleeding because I am a virgin, but what bleeds more is my heart. There is no wound inside my heart or at its surface, but it feels like a lot of blood is coming out of the unidentified part of it. It hurts like hell.“Oh, holy pussy! I'd never fuck a hole as tight as your, Valerie. You are giving me the best experience,” he said, neglecting the oppression that was visible in my
After a couple of months being married to El, I never heard about my parents. They did wrong to me; they were not perfect, and honestly, I was not a perfect child to them either, but I miss having breakfast or dinner with them, going out with my mom, and playing golf with my dad. I was still locked in this big but suffocating room. Its color was still vibrant, while my life lost its color and joy. The little plant that was accidentally rooted on the wall outside of the window grew a little more. The last time I checked it out, it had only 3 leaves and a sensitive bud, yet now it has grown up into a fine green plant with 7 leaves, not including the little bud on its tip. I was quite jealous of that plant; it was growing while I was here, stuck and feeling worthless. I can't live a productive life while the plant contributes a little beauty to the gray wall. I was living in a mansion; the room was big, tidy, and beautiful, but it was sucking my energy and my happiness.As I stood up
"Why have you bothered to bring me here, El?”“Are you crazy? Of course, I don't want you to die inside my mansion,” he answered.I laughed sarcastically in a lower pitch. I looked at the door, sneaking to the little glass part of it. “That's far from what you really want, El.”“What's funny?”I suddenly felt how a little pain in my veins demanded my attention. There was a needle in it, which served as an instrument to make the liquid from the container above my head travel to every branch of my veins. “I thought I would never see the outside world again. Well, I think it's a good idea to starve myself so that I will collapse and you will bring me to the outside world, El.”“If it was me, I wouldn't bring you here, but the maids rattled off to know that you collapsed.”“They were all good to me and human-hearted, unlike someone standing here beside me,” I whispered, wishing he hadn't heard it. “I have no heart for you, Valerie. Do not expect me to give you a tiny pity.” His cold a
Silence ruled inside the car. I am looking out the window, folding the papers from the hospital, thinking about what the nurse said.I am pregnant. I am carrying the child of the man who brought me to hell.I have El’s child inside my womb. It makes me sick in the head, thinking what I will do about this creature that will probably grow inside of me. Tears were freely rolling on my face, helping me to release the anxiety I have. A whole part of me aches because I know he will never accept the child I am carrying now. I can't let this child, if the time comes, experience the rigor of El. I can't help but wish for my own flesh to be saved from being the subject of his uncharitable treatment. “It's beautiful outside, ma'am. I guess you should be enjoying this moment before going back to the mansion.”Martin was right. It's beautiful here; there are people walking on the street, friends laughing together, children whining about something they want to have but their parents never gave t
A noise from a furious car echoed inside my ears. I thought it would be my end. Because I wanted to escape, I was out of my mind and tried to cross the street, having no time to realize that there were plenty of vehicles, hurrying to get to their destination.My hands suddenly brought up to hold my tummy that is yet to grow. A hand gripped my shoulder, pulling me to the side street. “Ma'am, are you trying to kill yourself?!” Martin's voice reminded me about what's going on. “Where are you going, by the way?!” The driver that almost hit me went out, yelling at me. What I had gone through in El’s mansion gave so much trauma to me. The driver seemed to be angry because of what I did. I could hear my husband's thundering voice from the driver's shouts.“I'm sorry, s-sir. I-It is really an accident. I-I…”“You're stupid, little wench! If you want to die! Die alone and don't cause a burden to others!”“That's enough, sir. She's just new here. Please do not raise your voice at her.” Marti
“I'm glad to see you have appetite, ma'am,” Amia said, glaring at me as I ate the fruit and vegetable salad she brought up here. I do this for my child. I can't starve because it will affect him. My child might even be harmed if I don't follow the doctor's advice. “What else do you need, ma'am?”I finished eating and drinking milk. I leaned back and looked at her. Her eyes showed the happiness she felt. I thought Amia was not going to take good care of me after I yelled at her while I was taking my anger out on God. But she was still here; she took care of me even better. “I don't need anything more, Amia. The truth is that I want you to leave me here so that I can rest.”She took the things on the table and put them on the tray with a smile. “If that's what you want, ma'am.”Amia turned back on me. I remembered that I had never thanked her. I cleared my throat, and she turned to me. “Amia, thank you for the delicious food. I am very happy,” I said with a sincere smile on my lip
The next day he went to the room, making me think about what he was doing here. “Woman, some maids will come up here to assist you, making yourself presentable. We are going to an important occasion. I am going to attend a party later tonight; around 10 PM we should be there at the venue,” he said, not at all excited. However, I was happy; tears rolled down my face when he said that. Finally, I can go out again. I immediately stood up and approached him. I suddenly grabbed his chest; later on, my fingers traveled until they were together and locked on his back. With the joy I felt, I suddenly hugged El; I forgot even for a moment my anger towards him. He's letting me see the outside world again, and that is something to be grateful for as someone who hasn't been out to parties and occasions for a quite long time. “El, thank you very much for taking me out with you. You know that I haven't been to occasions like that in a long time, right?”He grabbed my shoulders and distanced me
“This way, sir,” the attendant immediately said when we arrived at the venue. My hand was holding El's arm. I don't know why my husband doesn't seem to want to let go of my hand that was holding on him even for a second. I just thought that his actions are just for the show; he pretends to be sweet to me even though the truth is that he is irritated and wants to separate me from him. “The Cupid and his Psyche are here!”Someone shouted happily; it led me to become more excited. “Mister Suarez, you had a great date tonight.”“She's damn gorgeous.”“And sexy!”“Everyone, that's why I haven't let her go to parties with me these past months because I am afraid that others will always see her. You know, any man who has a beautiful and sexy wife feels the same way.”Because of what he said, my face turned red. I'm disgusted with myself because even though I know that he will hurt me again when it's just the two of us, I become weak with his simple words, even though all of that is not tr
—Eldifonso Suarez—5 Years AfterI'm sitting in my office chair and working steadily. Suddenly my son's picture flashed on my laptop screen, the delayed ring of the messenger caught my attention. A wide smile drew my lips as I answered his call. His blonde and curly hair first appeared in the camera. He was playing with his favorite Dino on his bed and making a strange sound, imitating the dinos in his talking book I bought for him when he was still at one. “Hey! Kiddo, you're playing again. Have you eaten your lunch?!” I asked him. He shook his head, and now his eyes were focused on me. “Stop calling me, kiddo! Will you, mask man?” He rolled his inherited eyes from his mother, the woman I killed using my own hands. Actually, I could have used a gun to kill Valerie, but I thought our maids and butlers would hear a gunshot and would definitely point me as a killer. I drugged her until she died on the veranda of my room. I then pulled her towards the bed and told the assistants th
Currently, I was walking down the middle of the room, and I slipped through the door to its veranda. There I saw him holding the lying post. He ordered Amia to call me from my room and come here. I don't have any clue what he is going to say. “El?”Because he was wearing a loose white top and bottom, his body stretched through the fabric when the wind blew. Every curve in his abs and even his V-line is also marked on the fabric he is wearing. His wavy hair fell back but became a mess as the wind blew them. He was with his smooth blue mask, and it doesn't change the fact that he's really hot. “I'm glad that you came. You're about to give birth, Valerie. I hope you're not thinking about anything else. Doctor Moore said you should be more careful now because you're about to give birth to my son.”I bowed, but what I saw was not the floor I was walking on, but my stomach, which was too big compared to the previous months of my pregnancy. I headed to the veranda rail and held on to i
I got up from sitting. I violently wiped the tears from my eyes, and it was like a piece of stone if I threw it on each side of my body.Crying, I went to my cabinet, took the big luggage, and opened its zipper. I took my things from the cabinet drawers and also those that were hanging inside it. “Fuck!” I cussed, realizing that I don't own any of these things. The clothes, jewelry, sandals, and bags are not mine. All of them were bought by my demon husband. And one thing is for sure, there is a big possibility that this is from his illegal business. “Valerie!”I sniffed, looking at the door that was moving back and forth, trying to free itself from its frame. He was behind that door, and I couldn't stand to see him. If we talk about the love in my heart for him, it cannot be compared to the distance from Earth to heaven. I love him that much, but innocent people are dying because of him.“El, let me go, please!” I said out loud. He kicked the door so hard that it broke its lock,
“Woman, I don't care where they use the guns from me. Don't say some shits about it.”“What about the lives that die from the bullets of your guns, El? What if there are old people, children, or maybe even pregnant women who die because of the bullets from those guns?”He sighed heavily. I can't tell if he feels guilty or if he's mad at me again because I say so much.“I thought you were tired. Why are you talking so much?”“El—”“Valerie, if you're tired, can you rest and not say more? I'm tired too, Valerie. And you're making me even more tired!”“I pity the innocents who suffer, El!”“You and my child will be worse off if I don't do this, Valerie. Can you think of my child before you think of others? This is for his future. For the future of my family! And this is for my own sake!” He looked away from the window. “I should not get back from the life I had before. It's traumatic!”I sighed out of relief when he looked in front of him.“El, it's your obsession and not about the peopl
I was gripping on the wall behind my back, asking any fucking guardian to save me from this unwanted and creepy moment, whoever hears me.As he was only five more steps away from me, I removed my right hand, and it moved to my chest, which was very tight. I felt like I couldn't breathe because of El's gaze that almost swallowed me. My eyes were open while my tears kept falling down on my belly. “D-Don't!” I shouted, expecting my death to be served like food ordered in the counter of a restaurant.I suddenly became deaf when everything went silent after he pulled the trigger of his pistol that was aimed at my chest. My lips trembled, and I continued to cry, looking at the finger-size hole at the point of the pistol, thanking it for not spitting its bullet.I only let out air one by one because of what El did. “Come on, Valerie. Everything I told you is the truth. Your parents are demons. Like me, they also wear masks in front of many people.”My butt hit the cold floor because of th
In the sixth month of my pregnancy, El decided to take me to the place where he does what kind of illegal business he has. I have clues, but I still want him to take me there and see whatever illegal products he has with my own eyes. In my head, what I think of his illegal business is cocaine, or maybe it's morphine, hallucinogens, and what else drug addicts often use. “Why are you like that, Valerie? Are you thinking about how to reveal my deep secret to the public?” he asked me while we were inside the elevator. We are here in the same elevator where we were stranded before. “El, how can you say that? I can't do that.”“Really? Despite everything I've done to do something inhumane against you? You wouldn't do that? You wouldn't try to run away and spread to the whole world that the man everyone admired had a dark secret? That it wasn't my hard work that grew all my business but my dirty little secret?”“El, you are the father of my child. More than that, I love you very much, e
A moment later, El entered. He approached me. Before he sat down next to me, he gave Doctor Moore a wide smile. “How are they?” he asked. Even though he doesn't love me, I know that his tone was sincere when he raised his question to Doctor Moore. “They are fine, Mister Suarez. Your wife can't really be stressed. It's very good of you; you brought her here after such a traumatic incident in the elevator. Because of what you did, the condition of the fetus in your wife's womb was checked and confirmed that it was in a good condition.”“What should I do to keep Valerie away from stress? I noticed that she whines constantly when she doesn't get everything she wants. Sometimes the things she wants are dangerous, so I'm afraid to give them to her.”It's like drinking a happy antidote while listening to him. Earlier, he was causing me pain and sadness, now he makes me happy with the way he is interested in my pregnancy. “Mister Suarez, pregnant women have different cravings. Sometimes we
I thought I could resist my desire to receive love from my husband, but I suddenly realized that I want more than my feelings.I don't only want to give him all my love, spending to give him my attention, making him see the love that I have for him. I want to be loved back. People say when you love, all you want to do is give your all without asking for something in return. But at this present time, experiencing that one-sided love I heard from people, I thought the opposite. I wanted to receive love in return. I was thirsty for his love, for his attention, and for his care. All of them are what I want to own. The water from the shower landed on my bare skin, trying to make me feel the cold it brings. Yet my heart was colder than its temperature. The absence of my husband's love was the reason why. I looked up, studying myself. Why I fell in love with my devil husband when I saw his bad character. And I was wondering what else of himself he was hiding from me. I was in the bathro
I didn't talk to him, even looking at him seemed like a difficult thing to do. Since I was a child, this is how I feel. I get annoyed and sad when what I want doesn't happen. But I have to obey him because he might not be able to hold back if I convince him more. He was the first to get out of the taxi when we arrived. I followed, I didn't wait for him, I immediately entered the compound. “Ma'am, what's wrong?!”I just passed Amia. I went straight upstairs. I slammed the door and locked it. Even the way I sit on the bed was forced. Later, I heard the sound of someone trying to open the door. I knew it was him.“Hey! Woman, open the door!”He knocked, but I lay down instead of opening the door for him, acting like deaf.“Valerie, open the door! Take a shower, and we'll go to your OBGYN's clinic!”I took the pillow and covered it over my ears, ignoring him, screaming and pounding his fist on the door. I gently removed the pillow when I no longer heard his voice and his knocking. “B