DANIEL POV
"Please! Slow down," she whimpered. The loud thumping of the bed headboard drowned out the subtle yelps from her voice.
"Just shut up and take it!" he roared.
His crass grunts and her cries were painting a picture of horror.
Unable to bear it any longer, I deleted the voicemail that was accidentally left on my phone a few hours ago.
Stumbling against the glass door of my office, I loosened my tie. My body began to tremble. My own brother? He couldn't! Not Peter! Afraid to accept the reality, I quickly dialed her number.
She picked up!
"H-Hello Daniel," she whispered.
Dumbfounded on what to say, I stuttered, "Clarissa. Hi—uhm. I was just calling to uh — "
"It's okay Daniel. I know Peter informed your family about the miscarriage. I'm o-okay," she croaked.
The sadness in her tone was evident. She was fighting back the tears. The words were slowly rolling off her tongue — she was fatigued. I wanted to bring up the voicemail and ask about her safety. But I was not sure if he was listening.
"Clarissa, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what you're going through. I was planning to come by tomorrow, but I can drop by tonight. How about I bring over your favorite Thai food?" I asked.
"Daniel you're such a sweetheart. But Peter just took me out to dinner tonight to cheer me up," she lied.
Her voice was shaky. My heart sunk for her.
"Are you okay Clarissa? Do you need help?" I was trying to hint to her without giving much out just in case he was listening.
"Get your ass back to bed!" I heard.
"Is that Peter-"
"No! It's just a movie. I-I have to go now," she said hurrying off the phone.
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CLARISSA POV
I felt his presence inside my dressing room. I turned around to see his 6'4" frame standing next to the door.
He noticed my cell phone in my hands. I quickly turned back to the mirror to apply the bandage to my wrist. His eyes were locked on me. Within seconds I felt my bruised body rising from my seat onto the dresser table. His hands began to worm their way inside my night gown. God, was he going to demand sex again?
"And who was that on the phone ?" he sinisterly asked. His lips began to dance around my neck, and his hands were digging deeper into my skin.
"It was just your bother, Daniel, " I gulped.
Before I could blink I felt a sting across my left cheek and my body tumbled off the table onto the floor.
"Is that's why you picked the tightest dress you could find for tomorrow's family lunch? To show off to Daniel? You want to spread your slutty legs for him huh?" he roared towering over me.
"Peter, there's nothing going on between us," I sobbed cupping my bruised cheek.
"Oh really! So why did he call you in the middle of the night?" he yelled.
"He was just checking up on me since we lost the baby," I shrieked.
"We? You lost the baby! Your pathetic body can't even carry a child . You really are just a fun fuck in bed!" he shouted.
I shuddered. His words cut deep. Just a fun fuck.
I heard the shuffling of his boxers. I tried to crawl away, but his hands swiftly grabbed my ankle and he held me down firmly.
"Please Peter! I need some time to heal. It's only been two days since the miscarriage!" I cried.
Ripping off my freshly worn underwear, he ignored my plea and forced my thighs open for the second time tonight. Without warning, he thrusted himself into me. I felt my insides tearing apart and soon the blood began to drip down my legs. Unable to speak up to beg him to stop, I just cried and prayed he'll finish soon.
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JANE POV
"Your pathetic body can't even carry a child . You really are just a fun fuck in bed," I heard him say to her.
Washing the last few dishes of their untouched meal, I felt my blood boil. I couldn't believe he blamed her for loosing the baby after what he did.
*Two Days Ago*
"Flirting with the waiter in front of me!" Peter roared towering over Madam's battered body. Before I could utter a word, a wave of screams escaped from Madam's lips as his shoe connected with her stomach. I was too shaken to move out of my hidden corner in the closet. After a few more kicks, he marched out the villa. Just four months pregnant, he left Madam crying on the kitchen floor in a pool of blood.
*flash back end*
Just thinking back made me feel so guilty for not trying to stop him. But I am just the maid, what could I have done?
I looked over at Nixon, the butler. He was trying to concentrate on the seating arrangements for their wedding anniversary dinner coming up in a few weeks.
His beige patchy skins flared up as we heard the floors right above us creaking, the smacking of flesh, and her heavy cries. We knew what was happening. Their loud secret for the last two years.
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CLARISSA POV
I clenched my breath as I took the final step into the shower. My body felt so broken and my legs were throbbing.
I sunk down to the floor letting the warm springs of water pour on me. I was hoping to drown the memories of this night. I squealed at the sudden burst of pain in my abdomen area. I didn't know whether it was from the miscarriage or the rough sex.
My body stiffened as I felt a pair of cold hands grabbing on to my arm. My breathing quickened.
"I can't take another round. Please!" I begged.
He forcefully lifted me up and, to my surprise, he was crying.
"Babe, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry Clarissa! I'm so sorry for tonight, for yesterday, for everything!" he cried.
I did not how to respond. Our naked bodies stood still in the awkward silence. I wanted his hand off of me, but I just was too afraid to say anything. He leaned over and turned the shower knob towards my thighs. My eyes shyly averted his gaze and watched the blood rinse off my legs towards the drain.
After a painfully awkward bathe, Peter dressed me in one my of silk robes and laid me on the bed. I noticed the fresh smell of lavender. "Huh, Jane changed the sheets," he stated. I felt his eyes glaring at me and searching through my own eyes, maybe looking to see if I've forgiven him.
My eye darted his gaze. "I'm going to sleep now," I whispered.
As I began to turn my body away from him, his hands grazed my thighs. "I love you, Clarissa," he said. I wanted to trust his words, but deep down I knew they were only said because he got his satisfaction tonight. Am I just a sex slave to him?
"This is the second time you've taken a baby away from me," I sighed.
