save [joshler]

sir

Tyler's pov
*!!!tw for this!!!*

It's been two days since Wednesday and I haven't really gotten punished for it; so I know it's coming this weekend. Which is why I'm spending today in the tub. I try to mentally prepare myself for the two days ahead of me and I do it in the bathtub. It's soothing and it's just one of the small things I can do without his permission, y'know? I normally add bubbles and go all out, but Brendon threw away my shit a week ago so I can't use 'em tonight. Or until he wants to buy me some more; which is unlikely.

I haven't really recovered from last week. It was...it was rough. He choked me to the point where I almost passed out, which was scary. He kept hitting me in the face, spat on me multiple times and just kept degrading me.

He keeps getting worse with his insults. It didn't effect me for a while, I just listened to him talk and went about my day. Now he's hitting me deep, where he knows it'll hurt. He uses them, says these things, when he knows I'm already feeling disgusting. He's smart like that, he knows how to bring me down and keep me there.

I'm nervous for tomorrow and Sunday. Every weekend it's a new thing with him, which makes it even more scary. I don't know what he has planned and I don't like not knowing things; especially with him.

"Ty?" Brendon shouted.

"In here!" I yell back.

A moment later the bathroom door opens and he smiles at me. "Nice to see you preparing for tomorrow." He said sitting on the side of the tub. "Your mom called me today."

"O-oh, what'd she say?"

"She said that the guy who's cleaning her house said you did a good job showing him around." He leaned closer to me and placed his hand on my cheek, making me flinch. "She asked if you could go over again."

"W-why? H-he knows the house now."

He rolls his eyes and stands up, walking over to the mirror. "She said she just wants him to feel comfortable."

"O-oh. Well what did you tell her?"

"I said you'd go. You have nothing planned right?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"R-right." I nod. "Um, would you drop me off or should I-I take the car?"

"You can take the car, sweet cheeks." He said leaving the bathroom.

Sighing to myself, I slide down the tub and emerge myself completely under the water.

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He wraps his hand around my throat and slams my back against the wall.

"Now, I don't have to remind you about what not to do, right?" He asks.

I nod. "Y-yes, sir."

He smiles and tilts his bead back, almost instantly dropping the smile. "You're not lying again, are you? Cause if I need to I will find out."

"N-no, I'm not ly-lying, sir."

His smile appears  again as he lets go of my throat. "Good. Now go to our room. When I come in I expect you to be fully naked."

I nod and walk in a fast pace to our room. I quickly strip myself out of my clothes and climb into bed, going in the position he likes the most.

"God damn" he growled. "Looking hot as ever babe."

"T-thank you, sir." I choked out.

I heard him walk to the dresser where he hides everything. I've never seen what's in there; he locks it when he's not home.

"Alright," he grumbles. "You're gonna be a good boy, right?"

I nod, holding back the tears. "Y-yes, s-sir."

"Perfect."

I heard him spit and within seconds I felt like I were on fire. Giving me no warning, he pulled out and slammed back into me; causing me to scream in pain.

"Fuck, Ty." He mumbled.

He continued with it for so long, made it last for hours. He came a few times but still went at it. Still tore me apart for three excruciatingly long hours.

He just wants me to know who I belong to and to not go against him.

He dropped his body on mine for the final time tonight. He sighed and pulled out, rolling off me.

"That was great Ty." He moaned out. "Can't wait for tomorrow." He winks.