Prologue

••Athara••

The cacophony of the broken glass reigned inside his office. I wanted to escape but I couldn't do so. I am locked with this evil. I am locked with my evil husband.

"Let me go," I pleaded.

"No, Athara! I won't let you go now. Do you think that I will be easy on you!? I will not! You are not just my wife but my slave, bitch!" my husband, Mister Theron Duffins shouted.

He was pulling me to sit on his crotch. He was so strong and I couldn't stay away from him. I can feel his tongue on my neck. I'm trying to push him away but he was as strong as a bull that was ready to climb on the back of his lady cow.

"Stop it, Theron. Can't you?"

"Why would I? You are sold to me! You have been mine almost two years ago, Athara!"

I am crying out loud but he is still pursuing the thing he wanted to do. It was as fast as snap, I saw my clothes on top of his table.

His shaft is buried deep within my hole. All I am praying for right now is for his orgasm to spit its glory. I am in pain. I am a slave to this man. Not his wife. He never treats me right.

My loud sobs and shouts turned into silence. I gave the door a blank stare, and made a pokerface.

"Oh, Athara! This is what I'm looking for! Oh, come on! Drive me well, Athara!"

"Ugh." I moaned a little.

I cannot define the feelings I have right now. I am in pain but my hole was worshiping his long and thick thing. I am bouncing above his lap because of the unusual feeling reigned over my system.

It hurts awhile ago but I am enjoying pushing down and pulling up above him. He was holding both of my hips as if he was guiding me to the better rhythm that we both would enjoy.

"Oh, Theron…you're so long," I said without caution.

"Yes, Athara! Women enjoy it! I know you do too ugh. Right, Athara!?"

I just don't know because I don't have words to say anymore. Hence, I am holding back to give him the positive appraisal his performance truly deserves.

"I'm about to come to my glory, Athara! Ooooh!"

"T-Theron—Urgh!"

He locked me in his arms and I was not able to escape from the thing he did; he planted his glory in the deepest of my womanhood.

I thought of his hug to end later. I hoped for nothing. He stood up and kicked me away.

"Stop, T-Theron! Stop!"

He kicked me twice more before he wore his clothes.

"You're bullshit and useless crap, Athara!"

I just opened my mouth and made a silent weeping. I touched my face where his spit waste landed.

My daily routine was receiving all the bad words from my wicked husband. He always hurts me verbally, emotionally and physically. I have no way to escape.

I buried my face in the soft pillow. I'm trying to unhear everything behind the wall where our bed was leaning. He was with his woman.

"Oh, yes! Oh, Theron! You're just so good on that! Aaah!"

My ears were covered but my heart heard everything they do. My heart heard the pain and the disrespectful act of my husband.

"Oh, Theron! Fuck! Yes! Ah!"

The aberrant behavior of my heart beat was here again. Torturing me. Not helping me at all.

"Oh." Theron was starting to feel the pleasure from what the woman was doing to him.

"Yes…aaaah. That way! Ah! Ah! Yeah!"

I don't exactly know what way of pleasuring they are doing right now. But I am sure that my husband is dying above glory.

The sound of them thrusting with each other is loud and their moans like wolves in the forest are turning louder.

I stood up. I leaned on the wall. Feeling empty, betrayed, and invaluable.

I grabbed my phone and connected it to the bluetooth speaker inside our room. The disco music reigned over the four corners of the room and it helps to protect my ears from the further unpleasant sounds and words to be heard later on.

The pain abated inside my system. It's killing me emotionally. Sometimes I asked for the physical pain of this one. It's more demolishing and more hurtful.

I'm dancing alone along with loneliness inside my heart. The music plays with the saddest rhythm of my heart beats.

"I'm happy and I know it… I clap my h-hands…"

I am faking the smile on my face. I lift my face and try to stop my tears from falling but I failed to do so. My tears are healthy and it wants to fall down prevails.

This is our second anniversary. We lived in two years together and the only time I feel valued is during our sexual intercourse. But after that, I am nothing to him but a punching bag and a piece of rag.

My life is not like this before. I got everything that a woman wishes to have. But all the happiness that I have is gone now.

After being locked in this marriage, I never see the beauty of life anymore. I feel like in the abyss because of this endless agony I am experiencing in the hand of my husband.

I still remember that one morning I woke up with the papers telling me that I am not Kirsha Athara Swans anymore but Kirsha Athara Swans—Duffins.

There's no wedding ceremony. There's no simple celebration between our families. There were just papers and my parents even forced me to sign it.

I'm still able to recall that scene. The scene where everything started. The beginning of my painful story as a wife of Theron Duffins.

"If you're not going to sign the papers, Athara, we might go to jail," my mom said.

"I already told you that I want to become a nun. I don't want to get married and locked with a man that never treats a woman right. Please, mom. Don't do this to me," I muttered.

My dad kneeled in front of me. My heart was softened and I couldn't stand my belief anymore. He is shaking while his hand reaches mine.

I can feel the tenses he got in his nerves.

"You are the only hope that we have, Athara. W-We are buried in debts. We are no longer rich anymore."

"And marrying that man is the only solution, d-dad? I don't know that person. I can't even imagine living with the person I do not know personally. Please, d-dad, reconsider your thoughts."

"Athara, I can't imagine myself living in jail. I don't want to suffer," my mom said.

I feel bad about it. She doesn't want to suffer, but she wants me to save them from this instance, even saving them means suffering in to me.

"You don't want to suffer. I don't want to suffer either, mom. I can't imagine waking up to become someone's possession. I own myself and I can only decide for it."

"Athara…"

I throw my stare at dad. He is in tears right now.

"Dad… from the very beginning you already knew that I wanted to become a nun. I want to serve the Lord and help people who have less opportunities in life. I want to become a role model to the world, dad. I want to touch lives. Especially, children's lives."

"I know… Athara, I did everything to raise you without wanting and craving for something. I worked hard all my life to give you everything that you need and other children could ask for."

I pulled my hand and walked away.

I don't know what happened next. I am not aware that my parents left me and they went far away.

The next morning I woke up, I saw the papers filed inside an envelope.

"W-What!?"

I read the content of the papers. Everything that is written on these are all about me and that stranger. There's a marriage contract and a marriage certificate.

I hurried to fix a few of my things and decided to walk out from my room.

"Ma'am, we are here to fetch you. Mister Duffins is waiting for you."

I dropped my luggage. They almost dragged me because I refused to go with them.

They brought me to his place.

"So, this is my wife?"

"P-Please… d-don't…"

I want to walk away from him but my fear magnetized my feet.

I slowly lifted my face and I stuck my eyes to his. I am afraid of the coldness of his eyes as he was devouring my stare.

"I will do everything I want to do to you because you are mine now. You are my possession. My wife. Your parents sold you to me to free themselves from their unpaid debts, Athara. They couldn't afford to pay me a penny, that's why you're here…with me."

"Why did you agree with this? I have dreams…t-to become a nun."

"I agree with this because I don't have a choice. You are the only treasure they have and they said you cost as the universe. I took you from them and I will make you suffer with no end."

I almost lost my balance after hearing his words. And the following days until today become the worst days of my life.