Bruises

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"I love you." Flynn, Daisy's boyfriend, whispered in her ear before he placed a kiss to her cheek.

"I love you too." She whispered back.

Flynn smiled against her cheek before he got up and went into the en-suite bathroom of his bedroom. Daisy then clutched her hands to her chest as the tears began to flow from her eyes.

Daisy and Flynn's relationship was amazing during the first month. He made her feel adored to the point where she almost couldn't believe that she'd been lucky enough to find a guy like him. But as the fifth month of their relationship came around, Flynn's good guy Façade was torn away and Daisy realized that he wasn't the person he made out to be. In-fact, he was exactly the opposite.

Flynn began to beat Daisy whenever she didn't do as he said and embarrass her in-front of her friends. In the months that Daisy been with him, she tried to figure out what was behind his actions and in time she realized that he was simply a very possessive sadist, although she refused to admit it.

She wanted to leave him so badly, but she'd fallen in love with him and whenever she saw the joy that would fill his eyes after he'd beaten her, it was as if she was put into a haze where she remembered the boy he used to be, or the boy she though he was and she'd instantly forgive him.

At that moment, they'd just finished "making love" as he called it, but Daisy knew that what they'd done was in no way making love. It was too painful and focused fully on his pleasure rather than hers.

As the tears continued to stroll down Daisy's face, she got off of Flynn's bed and began to search the room for her things. After she'd gotten dressed, she slipped on her coat and put her side bag on her shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" Flynn asked as Daisy's hand came in contact with the door handle.

Daisy gulped, "Home." She whispered.

Flynn studied Daisy for a while, and noticed the way that she shook with fright as his hand tightly wrapped around her wrist and the way her voice was filled with fear as she spoke. And although he couldn't see her, he just knew that tears were streaming down her face. This caused his length to harden.

Flynn pulled Daisy backwards so that her back was pressed against his chest, and her bum against his crotch before he whispered, "You're not going anywhere." Into her ear seductively.

A whimper then left Daisy's chapped lips and a smirk formed on Flynn's.