William strode into the studio, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He looked at Andrew, who was standing in front of his canvas, brush in hand."I need those paintings right now," William said, his voice low and menacing.Andrew hesitated, looking at William with uncertainty. He hesitated for a moment before speaking up,"But she doesn't want it," he said, trying to reason with William.William walked up to him, his face inches away from Andrew's."Really? So tell me, how do you know what my wife wants?" William said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.William narrowed his eyes at Andrew, "Really? So tell me, how do you know what my wife wants?" he sneered.Andrew stumbled over his words, "No, but she clearly..."William cut him off, "When did you start knowing my wife?"Andrew shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of William's anger."I just assumed..." he began, but William cut him off."You assumed wrong," William said, his voice cold and hard.Andrew didn't say anything mo
Sophia was shaking with fear as she crawled towards Andrew, tears streaming down her face. She winced in pain as she tried to hold back her tears.Andrew couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up and faced William. "I can't do this anymore, I won't be a part of this."William stood up, towering over Andrew, "you think you have a choice here? You do what I say, when I say it, and how I say it."Andrew stood his ground and said, "I'm not going to participate in this sick game of yours."William's expression turned cold as he grabbed Andrew by the collar, pushing him towards the door. He said, "Get out of here, and don't you dare come back."Sophia watched in horror as Andrew was thrown out of the studio. William turned to her and said, "You see what happens when you don't follow my rules? Now let's finish this up." Sophia felt a deep sense of despair as William walked back to her and began unbuckling his belt. She closed her eyes and prayed for it to be over soon.Her eyes widened with
Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, carefully packing her hair into a sleek bun. She had been avoiding mirrors lately, not wanting to be reminded of the bruises that still lingered on her body. She had been trying to distract herself from the memories of the past two weeks, which had been filled with he'll.But today, she felt a little better. Maybe it was the warm sunlight streaming in through her window or the fact that she had finally accepted her fate."Hold on, I'm coming," she called out, trying to sound confident. She took a deep breath and opened the door, only to be greeted by a delivery man."Good morning, ma'am," the man said with a smile. "I have a package for this address. Are you the housekeeper?"Sophia looked surprised at the question. She was dressed in casual clothes and had her hair tied up, but she certainly didn't look like a housekeeper.She looked at him, feeling a mix of confusion and annoyance. "No," she replied firmly. "I'm Sophia. What's the package for?"Th
Sophia's heart pounded in her chest as she quickly noticed the package on the bed. Her eyes widened with panic as she rushed forward to grab it, her fingers shaking as she fumbled with the wrapping.Just as she managed to set the package down on the table, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. She froze as William walked in.William stormed in and noticed something was off about Sophia's behavior. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the room, taking in the sight of the package on the table."What's happening?" he asked coldly, his voice laced with suspicion.Sophia stammered, her mind racing as she struggled to come up with a plausible explanation. "Uh...how, where?" she managed to blurt out.William looked at her for a long moment, his expression inscrutable. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "Where is my package? Why did you collect my package?"Sophia's heart beat faster as she felt William's anger radiating through the room. She knew that she had
William dropped the package on his table, his anger simmering at the delivery man's mistake. He dialed a number on his phone, his tone icy as he spoke to the person on the other end."I just received it, why the hell did your fucking delivery man drop it off with someone else?" William seethed, his frustration clear in his voice.The person on the other end of the line apologized profusely. "Oh, I wasn't aware, we're sorry boss."William's temper only seemed to flare at the response."Next time, keep to instructions, and do not drop the package with anyone else," William ordered, before abruptly hanging up the phone.Taking a deep breath, William spun around in his chair, his gaze settling on the package once more. He opened his drawer and retrieved a pair of scissors, carefully cutting open the seal of the package. Retrieving the document inside, William's eyes lit up as he read the contents.As he unfolded the document, a smile slowly spread across his face. "Hmm...60% is a lot," he
Sophia lay there on the bed, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty as William's heavy breaths filled the room. "Lay with me," he had slurred, his words slurring and his eyes heavy with sleep and alcohol.She lay down beside him, her body tense and her mind racing with worry. But as William's breathing slowed, she began to relax, thinking that perhaps he had finally fallen asleep.But then she felt his hands on her body, heavy and insistent. Her heart lurched in her chest as she feared that he would try to force himself on her again. But to her surprise, he dozed off, his grip on her loosening as he slipped into a deep sleep.Sophia took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She gently raised her head up to check if he was really sleeping, and saw that his eyes were closed.With a sense of relief, she slowly and carefully removed his hands from her body, placing them gently on the bed beside him.Sophia's head spun as she sat up, her mind trying to process what had
Sophia nodded, feeling embarrassed at her own weakness. "Yeah, from William. He made me drink more than I could handle."Andrew shook his head, his eyes flashing with anger. "That guy never knows when to stop. I think I can help though," he said, walking over to the fridge.Sophia watched as Andrew rummaged through the fridge, looking for something. He brought out a couple of ice blocks and put them in a transparent zip lock bag.Turning to face her, he held the bag out to her. "Here, place this on your head. It will help with the headache."Sophia reached up to collect the ice block from Andrew, but Andrew shook his head. "Nah... Don't worry, I'll do it, just relax," he said, gently placing the ice block back on her forehead.She felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. Andrew was always so thoughtful and caring towards her.She closed her eyes, enjoying the cool sensation of the ice on her skin. She felt safe and secure with Andrew by her side.As they stood there in silence, Sophia
Sophia's hand trembled slightly as she reached for her phone, her heart racing with anxiety after hanging up on Natalie.She placed the ice block on the table as she dialed Maria's number. The phone rang several times, but there was no answer.Sophia's nerves were frayed, and she felt a knot forming in her stomach. She dropped the phone on the table and paced back and forth, her mind racing with worry.The phone rang several times, but there was no response. Sophia's anxiety grew with each passing second. She dropped the phone on the table, frustration and fear washing over her in waves. Just then, it rang again. Her stepmother called back, and Sophia picked it up, trying to keep her voice steady."Hey Mom," she said, her heart still racing. "Why does Natalie want to come over?""Is anything wrong with that?" her stepmother replied, sounding puzzled.Sophia bit her lip, feeling guilty for even asking. "Mom, she just can't," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Her stepmother's