“Daniel, I'm tired. I want to sleep. Let's talk tomorrow, okay?” I said calmly, fearing what he would do if I provoked him again. Daniel looked at me, his face searching if I was sincere. “Okay, let's talk tomorrow.” He made a gesture to kiss my cheeks but caught me off guard, kissing me on the lips. I had never felt so disgusted by a kiss. I shoved him off with all my might, but he wouldn't bulge. I began to panic when he pinned me to the wall, his hands moving under my nightgown and touching me. No! He was going to take advantage of me. I bit him and slapped him hard across the face. “Don't touch me with those filthy hands, you moron,” I roared and began to struggle out of his embrace. “Don't make me angry, Alexa; you are my wife, and I shall have you whenever I want,” Daniel said menacingly and picked me up, throwing me roughly onto the bed and making me feel dizzy. Before I could come to my senses, he had climbed the bed, hovering over me and pinning me under his body. Tears
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