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A psychopathic husband
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EthanBret pulls into the driveway of my mom's house and kills the engine. We step out and head for the backyard. She probably heard the news and had sought my presence for a brief discussion. “Uncle Ethan!” A swarm of pests of different sizes and colors comes running toward me, and it feels like a scuttle of centipedes crawling toward me. My stomach churns, and gooseflesh spreads across my skin as revulsion courses through me. I frown, anger roaring within me. Kids! I fucking hate kids! They're useless, selfish, stupid, stubborn, just to mention a few.“Get the fuck away from me, you little things,” I yell before they can even think of coming any further closer. “Someone get these pests out of my sight before I fall sick.”They do what they do best, their only defense, cry. Fuck, I hate their cry just as much.“Ethan, that was harsh. Get used to them already,” Mom tries to sound convincing as she leaves the table and steps closer to hold me by my arm. “Delia, please help me with the
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Violet I hear the harsh rage roaring beneath his hoarse voice, his eyes displaying his true feelings and intentions. A primal instinct wills me to flee, but obviously, I can't.Ethan doesn't want my help for anything. He just wants to hurt me for breaking his rule.He gently takes my wrist, edging me into the hallway. His pace is gentle, but his grip is so hard and bruising that I tighten my jaw, and my breath gets shallow while I’m trying to suppress my reactions.In the hallway, which appears to be empty, Ethan loses his cool and his pace quickens to the point I’m running behind him.“Ethan, stop.” He doesn’t listen. “Ethan, you’re hurting my wrist,” I gasp in panic.“You dare to break my rule, you slut. I warned you.”He pushes open a two-sided wooden door and shoves me into what looks like an enormous, sophisticated art studio. I stagger forward, nearly losing my stance, but I quickly counterbalance my weight.I only register when he shuts the door, as what happens next is a blur
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VioletAn eerie silence, thick as fog, hangs over us. I worry with my sweaty hands, anxious.This whole new dark side of him unfurls by the minute, and the more he unveils his dark side, the more I fearfully doubt that I can survive this marriage.Kurt, just as impatient as his boss, pulls up at the concrete parking lot. What I hear the following moment is a shriek from me as Ethan fists my hair and yanks me to his side of the car.He pushes open the car door and pulls me roughly out of the car, dragging me into the house by my hair. My crying becomes endless as I pull on his strong fist to peel his hand off my hair, my ankles occasionally twisting and I cry out loudly each time.“Stop. It hurts. Let go. Let go!” I scream.He doesn't listen, doesn't care. He just wants to unleash his long-standing fury. The force and his quick steps have my stilettos pulling off my legs. I'm left in my pantyhose.The housekeepers and maids in the living room are going about their activities, complete
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A wave of overwhelming pain jolts me into full awakening, eliciting a long gasp from me. “God,” I shout, panting in pain and panic.The entire muscles in my shoulders and hands have gone completely overstretched, numb, and maddeningly aching. My hands have turned purple, if not black, swollen, and tingling. I manage to look to my right. Paisley is standing beside the beam, gazing in horror.“Get me off the restraints, Paisley. Quick,” I shout in panic.She rushes closer and unlocks the cuff, but I still can’t move my hand. She rushes to the other end and unlocks the other cuff. I connect with the floor starkly, cry out in pain, then curl up and take my numb yet shivering hands closer to me when the stiffness lifts a bit, gasping through tears.Ethan wasn’t going to come back to the dungeon last night. This is what he wanted to happen. How could he be so cruel?A strong whiff of cologne waltzes through my nostrils, creating an awareness that makes me open my eyes. I must have been so
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VioletAn eerie silence, thick as fog, hangs over us. I worry with my sweaty hands, anxious.This whole new dark side of him unfurls by the minute, and the more he unveils his dark side, the more I fearfully doubt that I can survive this marriage.Kurt, just as impatient as his boss, pulls up at the concrete parking lot. What I hear the following moment is a shriek from me as Ethan fists my hair and yanks me to his side of the car.He pushes open the car door and pulls me roughly out of the car, dragging me into the house by my hair. My crying becomes endless as I pull on his strong fist to peel his hand off my hair, my ankles occasionally twisting and I cry out loudly each time.“Stop. It hurts. Let go. Let go!” I scream.He doesn't listen, doesn't care. He just wants to unleash his long-standing fury. The force and his quick steps have my stilettos pulling off my legs. I'm left in my pantyhose.The housekeepers and maids in the living room are going about their activities, complete
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Violet I hear the harsh rage roaring beneath his hoarse voice, his eyes displaying his true feelings and intentions. A primal instinct wills me to flee, but obviously, I can't.Ethan doesn't want my help for anything. He just wants to hurt me for breaking his rule.He gently takes my wrist, edging me into the hallway. His pace is gentle, but his grip is so hard and bruising that I tighten my jaw, and my breath gets shallow while I’m trying to suppress my reactions.In the hallway, which appears to be empty, Ethan loses his cool and his pace quickens to the point I’m running behind him.“Ethan, stop.” He doesn’t listen. “Ethan, you’re hurting my wrist,” I gasp in panic.“You dare to break my rule, you slut. I warned you.”He pushes open a two-sided wooden door and shoves me into what looks like an enormous, sophisticated art studio. I stagger forward, nearly losing my stance, but I quickly counterbalance my weight.I only register when he shuts the door, as what happens next is a blur
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VioletArm in arm, Ethan and I step into the exhibition hall. Ethan’s aunt’s art show is having its anniversary tonight.A glimmer of sadness drains the smile from my face. I don’t care about wealth or luxury. Peter’s arm around mine instead of Ethan’s is all the luxury I need. What happened between Peter and me was my fault. I chose to work in Aion Soft, knowing it was Ethan’s establishment.The grand, breathtaking, and sophisticated gallery is alive with the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, occasional bursts of laughter, and the soft, graceful pitter-patter of feet. There’s excitement in the atmosphere as most visitors move around sipping wine while they admire the jaw-dropping artwork on display, some sharing their passion for creativity.There are so many artworks on display. Visual arts, applied arts, digital arts gathered from many sources, mixed media, just to name a few.This sophisticated space is where the line between artists, viewers, and artwork blurs. I
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Violet About thirty minutes ago, Paisley had taken me from the room, shown me to the bathroom to shower, and given me a dress. She had even styled my hair. The flurry of preparation eluded me until Paisley told me Ethan had called and asked her to get me ready.Where is Ethan taking me this evening?Puzzling over his intention repeatedly sent a flutter of panic in my stomach. Everything’s different now. The thought of Ethan’s intention used to make me blush hard, squeal, and jump in exhilaration.“You’re beautiful. Anyone will agree with me,” Paisley says from behind me, staring at me through the mirror.The sound of her voice wanes my anxiousness a bit. I look over my shoulder and flash her a smile. “Thanks.”The panic and anxiety rushes back to me with force, drastically changing my countenance and my body shifts into high gear as Ethan walks in through the open door with a bouquet of roses in hand.A bouquet is romantic and can prompt positive thoughts, but that’s only if it isn’t
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EthanBret pulls into the driveway of my mom's house and kills the engine. We step out and head for the backyard. She probably heard the news and had sought my presence for a brief discussion. “Uncle Ethan!” A swarm of pests of different sizes and colors comes running toward me, and it feels like a scuttle of centipedes crawling toward me. My stomach churns, and gooseflesh spreads across my skin as revulsion courses through me. I frown, anger roaring within me. Kids! I fucking hate kids! They're useless, selfish, stupid, stubborn, just to mention a few.“Get the fuck away from me, you little things,” I yell before they can even think of coming any further closer. “Someone get these pests out of my sight before I fall sick.”They do what they do best, their only defense, cry. Fuck, I hate their cry just as much.“Ethan, that was harsh. Get used to them already,” Mom tries to sound convincing as she leaves the table and steps closer to hold me by my arm. “Delia, please help me with the
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The feel of cold water slapping my skin jolts me to full awakening as I jerk upright in my soaked bed with a gasp. I moan in discomfort, cuddling myself. The cold seeps into my bones, into every fiber of my being, and it feels like my heart is freezing. I’m shivering inside out, my teeth chattering.I look to the right to find Paisley standing with a bucket in hand, pity and remorse swimming in her eyes. “It’s past waking hour. Sir Ethan ordered me to do it.”Past waking hour? They put me here in the morning — how’s it still morning? Realization hits me. I’ve been in here for hours, lost in time.She steps out for a while and comes back with a pile of three neatly folded dresses which she holds out to me. “Sir Ethan wants you to put the red one on and meet him in his bedroom in ten minutes.”His bedroom. Fear skitters through me.She takes her hands down, her countenance even more sad and sympathetic. “I’ll leave them on the bed if you can’t hold them. Just make sure you're on time.”M
