"Where are you, Drea? I'm not gonna hurt you." Antonio sang in an amused voice. Shivers started to run down my spine as a single tear escaped my eyes.
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Drea Ricci has met many monsters in her life. But the biggest monster...
I tapped his forearm repeatedly as he held me underwater.
"Is that a yes?" He asked.
I tried to nod and he seemed to understand and removed my head from underwater.
"Now say it."
He didn't have to repeat what he wanted me to say. Because like a spell, I was already wrapped around his finger and I was a weak and fragile little puppet for him to control.
"I'm sorry Antonio. I forgive you and I love you. I will never, ever divorce. I swear I'll stick with you until the very end." And this time I meant it.
It's almost like he put a spell in the ice he dumped in the tub. One moment I wanted nothing else but to leave him and forget about him for good. But when I was underwater, I realized that I loved him and he was the best I was gonna get.
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"You can't fucking listen, can you?" Antonio lectured me as I stared down at the ground.
How exactly did I end up here with Antonio one minute away from practically suffocating me?
Well...I decided to go out to the garden to water and admire the beautiful flowers to escape my horrid life.
Antonio is very controlling and needs to know where I am and what I am doing at all times. As smothering as it is, I have to abide, or else he'll probably resort to more darker methods of controlling me.
Antonio is unfortunately just that type of husband. He's got to be in control or else he will lose control and go insane.
Antonio has informed me a sufficient amount of times to stay in the house at all times when he's not there and to ask him to accompany me if I want to go outside.
But today, I was feeling a little stubborn and bored.
All I really do all day is lounge around in a laced nightgown and stare outside of the window waiting for my abnormal spouse to grace me with his appearance.
I lay on the ground with my legs on the couch and doodle things in my notebook. Antonio checks this notebook every day, I don't know why. Sometimes I feel like he knows I'm suicidal even though I've never made it known to him.
On other days I walk around the big and empty house and count how many lamps there are, or doors. I then look out the window and count the guards surrounding the grounds.
Sometimes if I'm feeling really bored, I talk to myself in the mirror and pretend like I'm doing a "vogues beauty secrets" video and put on my facial products and do my hair.
