Married To My Bully

Just A Pawn

Crystal

Not a single shred of remorse or guilt could be found in his eyes. My sufferings were just an amusement for him. I felt this strong urge to confront him. Placing my spoon on my plate I finally reeled my anger out. 

"You did it to satisfy your ego?" I asked in disbelief. I also felt tears slowly flooding my eyes. 

"What do you think?" he leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. Amusement glimmering in his eyes.

He was enjoying my state thoroughly.

"Are you insane?" I hissed barely able to keep my anger in check. 

He unfolded his arms, leaned forward, picked up his spoon, and started eating. 

"I had to put you in your place. Going against my decision is never an option for you," he shrugged. 

I gaped at him with my mouth hanging open. Anger thrummed through my veins as hot tears started dripping down from my eyes.

"I had told you how I feel about my work. Still you...." I asked for the justification in an aggravated tone.

"Did I not make it clear the first time? I don't give a fuck about your passion, wifey. You'll do as I say," he said curtly while slicing his steak.   

This man was unbelievable. I was hoping to right things between us but he seemed to be adamant on complicate everything. My dad was wrong. He is a control freak with no regard for other's feelings. I pushed the plate away and stood up to leave. But, apparently, he didn't approve of that either.  

His hands curled around my wrist as I was about to walk past him.

"Finish your food," he ordered

I felt another jolt of anger at his audacity. He was behaving as if nothing had happened. It might not be a big deal for him but for me, it was the end of my dreams. I clenched my jaw and struggled to wiggle my hand out of his hold but he didn't let up.    

"Leave my fucking hand," I turned my head towards him and gritted out. My patience hanging by a thread.

"First, don't ever use this tone with me and, secondly, finish what's on your plate. I don't like wastage of food," he said. Jaw set and eyes hardened. My foul language had indeed got to him. 

"I don't want to eat. Let me go," I hissed. Tears streaming down my eyes but he paid no heed.

"I don't care what you want or not. I have already made that clear, haven't I? Now sit and finish your food," his chin pointed towards my plate.

"You are an asshole," I bit out not being able to contain it any longer.

His eyes widened ever so slightly not in astonishment but in anger. He got up towering over me, the chair slid back with force. I saw him grinding his teeth as his eyes started to shoot dagger my way. 

"What did you just say?" he asked while stepping towards me. I retreated with every step he took towards me. My hand still in his captive. 

"What did you say?" he asked again. Fear crawled up my spine. It felt as if this particular word had triggered something in him. He looked dangerous. I gulped and yanked at my wrist with more strength. His eyes that had darkened many shades were still on me. 

"Just let me go," tears rained down my eyes. I was frustrated, angry, and terrified all at the same time.

And then he left my hand only to slam me against the wall behind me. Before I could fathom what the hell was going on, I felt his hand curling around my throat. My breath hitched. He looked out of control. Almost feral.