Chapter 3

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His gaze, like a discerning force, roamed over her body that seemed to render her both physically and mentally exposed. The silence hung heavy with anticipation, a pregnant pause before the revelation of his next words. Her body and mind became numb when his next words resonated in room,

‘Strip!”

As the weight of his words bore down on her, she stilled, frozen in the grip of an involuntary paralysis. Her breaths became shallow and erratic. The tears, betraying her inner turmoil, welled up at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over and mark her cheeks.

 Her mind spun uncontrollably. Fear, shame, and an overwhelming sense of powerlessness collided.

Her feet were aching, so was her body. She had no energy to meet his demand at this moment, she was tired. She ran almost five kilometer, when an average person can ran in fifteen minutes at a speed of 16 km/hr, but they didn’t have this urgency when she knew how much ruthless this person can be when someone was not meet his acceptation.

She can see through her blurry eyes, His jaw clenched a silent testament to his impatience and a simmering frustration. Her ears, still ringing with the echoes of his earlier words whereas he remained seated on the couch, a figure of authority whose burning gaze swept over her form. 

he didn’t like to repeat his words, but here she was unable to comprehend as she heard him again, "Take off your fucking clothes," his words cut through the air, sharp and unyielding as her trembling hands fumbled with the fabric that clung to her, his unrelenting gaze continued to scorch her, stripping away any semblance of privacy or control.

"I'm not feeling well..." she managed to utter, her voice shaky and weak. Her words seemed to trigger an explosive reaction.

  Stefano's face, already contoured with frustration, tightened further as her plea reached his ears. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and in a sudden burst of rage, he seized a glass and hurled it to the floor. The shattering sound reverberated through the room, the once-intact glass now reduced to a million dangerous shards scattered across the floor.

She instinctively covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, the scream that escaped from her mouth was a raw expression of fear and shock, a sound that echoed inside the room.

Emily knew really well how much it annoyed him when someone didn’t obey his orders yet she made him repeat not once but twice and still refused to obey his demands.

Her face lost its color when she saw him getting close to her, her feet came to an abrupt stop, finding no further refuge as the room offered any escape. Stefano, now standing in front of her, his gaze bore into her, an intense scrutiny that felt like a weight on her shoulders.

Without further words Stefano turned her around and pressed her face against the wall,   the roughness with which he twisted her hand sent a jolt of pain through her, and a gasp escaped her lips., when she felt him close to her ear, "I told you to address me 'Master,' did you forget?"- His rough whisper hung in the air. Her heart raced.

Her breath hitched when she felt him when he erection grinding against her hips, tears again started to spill, as low sob escaped from her lips, “I-I’’m sorry…”_ she again whispered those words to him.

The sudden escalation of pain shot through her body as Stefano clutched her hand even more tightly, Stefano's voice, a harsh rasp against her ear, cut through the silence. "How many times, how many times will you say sorry? You think your mere 'sorry' will change anything..." His words, laced with frustration and anger, echoed in the confined space.

“What I have tell you whenever you go outside- Not to be whore. But you never listen to my words.”- He spat, his voice dripping with disdain. The weight of those words  an unbearable burden, it was painful, increasing her shame and intensifying her state of vulnerability. tears of pain and humiliation escaped from her already exhausted eyes.

“I had warned you numerous times that never defy my words, don’t let repeat my words but you never listen…so fucking suborn..”-  fear that rushed through her veins like a poison, paralyzing her in the face of his dominance, when she felt his rough hand folding her clothes and tearing her pants.

It filled her inner with more fear as he retracted his pants, the air became charged with an ominous fear.

Gripping a fistful of her hair, Stefano yanked her head backward, her fearful eyes fell on his sinister one, "You like to whore around right? Now I will show you what I do to my whore who disobey me .You know what.. I give you wonderful name SLUT .You really are Disgusting piece of shit!!”- A scream tore out from her throat, when she felt him slipping his entire hard thick cock inside her core from behind.

Without giving her time to adjust, he started to move inside her vigorously, tears streamed down from her eyes, as Emily tried to hold something to endure the immense pain but to her luck there was none. Stefano looked into her tearful eyes and moved his length rough in and out.

It's harmed like hellfire, and she was not even wet. He never gave her time to adjust during in two years of marriage, with the exception of one. He thrust into you brutally. His one hand tore her upper clothing, tossed her bra, and grooped her breast so vigorously that she were unable to determine which part of your body pained worst.

Then he turned you around and thrused you again, causing her scream at the top of your lungs. His dick pumping through her vagina so forcefully that every part of you jolts, she can only hear skin smacking and groaning. After a few more thrusts, he cum inside, making her feel nauseous.

After he finished, he left her and she were lying still on the hall floor. She simply curl into a ball and sobbed hysterically. The way he treats her  no one treat even it is a thing.

And now she was starting to believe that she was really a SLUT, a WHORE. She just hate herself even more than him.

After Crying in the cold floor for over a half hour her head is aching badly. Trembled she gathered the strength to pick up her scattered clothes from the cold floor. The chill in the air seemed to penetrate her very soul as she climbed the stairs, her steps heavy with the burden of body.

Reaching her room, she didn't even have the strength to face herself in the mirror. The reflection would only serve as a stark reminder of the brutality she had endured, a truth too painful to confront in that fragile moment.

Turning on the shower, she stood beneath the cascading water, a feeble attempt to cleanse both her body. However, her legs, weakened, struggled to bear the weight of her own body.

After what felt like an eternity, she emerged from the bathroom, draped in a bathrobe. Shivering, her head spinning, she stumbled towards the bed anyhow. The hunger that gnawed at her stomach served and collapsed in side of the bed.