Sin For Me

Chapter 2 ☑️

Megan

"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife..." the preacher announced as the ceremony came to an end.

His lips met mine, as we shared our first official kiss as husband and wife. He tasted of whisky and sweet. And Max, my sweet lover.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, a storm threatening our perfect day. Complete darkness crept slowly in, engulfing the sunshine of the afternoon.

Max's beautiful face warped. He towered over me . I was so small beneath him. In his hand, he gripped a withered, leather belt. "Get up, bitch! I'm not finished with you yet!"

"No, please!" I yelped. "Please stop! I'm sorry, it won't happen again!"

The sound of leather against the bare skin of my back echoed throughout the room. I closed my eyes, embracing the pain. The room spun rapidly. Everything went black. Was this what death felt like? Had I entered the depths of the unknown?

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My eyes darted open rapidly as brightness flooded my eyelids. A night terror, I realized as relief flooded my racing nerves. A slight whimper departed my lips as pain radiated throughout my outer thigh. I attempted to rise from my position on the foreign sofa I was bound to, but I was immobilized. But why? What happened to me? I wondered. Where was I? I hurriedly glanced about the unfamiliar setting before me, as an eerie feeling swept beneath my skin. Had I been kidnapped? I had no recollection of this place. I also had no logical explanation as to why I was here and not in the comfort of my own bed. Where was my husband? Surely, I was bound to punishment if he discovered the likes of me here without him.

My brain scrambled the endless possibilities of my current position, but none offered a reasonable explanation. Was my memory impaired? Had I gotten into some sort of freak accident? That was indeed a viable possibility, I determined. It would also explain the injuries I had apparently sustained.

I was flabbergasted, and my head ached. The last memory I recollected wasn't a pleasant one. It was one in which brought back memories of darker times in my life. Times I wished I could erase from existence.

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"Baby, come downstairs! I've got a surprise for you!" Max bellowed from the dining area in our small home.

A surprise? For me? For whatever reason? I wondered, as I slipped on my house robe and hesitantly headed downstairs. I mustn't take too much time, or there would be consequences. This much I knew.

Max always splurged on expensive gifts for me the mornings after he beat me. It was as if he really believed money could replace an apology. Never. I could never forgive him for the horrid things he did to me so frequently. But I couldn't refuse the gifts. That would be an even bigger issue with even direr consequences.

I paced myself down the stairs. My leg still ached from the fall I sustained when he threw me into the dining table.

"There you are, love. You look gorgeous this morning, as always. You never disappoint," he placed a brief kiss on my temple. My body automatically repelled. I hope he hadn't noticed...

"Did you just pull away from my kiss?" he asked, obvious irritation in his tone.

"No, I lost my balance," I lied. I couldn't bare being this close to him. The warmth of his body flushed with mine brought back too many painful memories of a happy time in our relationship.