Ziya

F O U R

ZIYA

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"I love it when you cry for me, little flower. Cazzo, così fottutamente bello." Abel whispered against my lips as he ripped my dress from my body. [Fuck, so fucking beautiful].

"Abel, you're hurting me. Please. I can't today, it hurts." I begged him as his fingers began playing with my breasts. He's too rough and it hurts. The markings from yesterday's punishment is still too fresh.

"Shut the fuck up and take it. I know you like it, wife." He spat venomously as he unbuckled his belt.

I began thrashing beneath him. I can't let him do this right now. Miss Porter said that the blood coming out of my woman parts meant I started my period. Which means I can apparently have babies. I don't want a baby yet. Not with Abel. He hurts me.

My thrashing caused me a slap to the face. Twice.

As he removed my underwear, he saw the blood coming out of me. He titled his head in contemplation before a terrifying smirk came on his face. That's not good.

"Well, well, well. Looks like my little wife can give me children now. Look at you. Finally, a woman. Gosh flower, you don't know how happy that makes me right now. Why don't we get some practice for when I want children. Cosa ne pensi piccola moglie?" [What do you think little wife?]

The blood didn't deter him. No. No, this can't be happening right now. This feels wrong and disgusting.

"Abel, no. Please. I beg you, mio marito. I'll do anything, please. It hurts too much." My pleas fell on deaf ears as he eagerly held my thighs apart so he could move closer to my private area. His manhood now poking me. [My husband].

"Abel. Stop. Please. Stop. STOP!"

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"STOP!"

I jolted out of bed, all sweaty and breathing hard. The nightmares haven't plagued my mind for a few days now, I thought I was getting lucky.

Rubbing my eyes, I turned my view to my little clock which read 5.40am. Well, I'm not going to get any sleep now. Pulling on my big knitted cardigan and glasses, I dragged myself into the kitchen to make myself a tea.

Coffee is a massive no for me. Who would want to drink death in a cup? Not me. I'll stick with tea thank you very much.

It'd been a week since I saw Caleb at the museum. I haven't really had the time to use his number because I've been working too much.

I have another shift today in about an hour but the diner isn't far from my apartment so I can leave a little later.

Holding the hot mug of tea in my hand, I wiggled myself over to my bed where I sat when I wanted to watch TV. Well, my laptop. I don't have a TV. Can't afford one yet. So I just use the laptop that Benny gave me to watch what I want. Turning my laptop on, I clicked on the tab for the news channel and snuggled deeper into my covers as I caught up on the news.

40 minutes later, I'm strolling down the road to the diner. It's my turn to open up shop and take care of the morning rush before doing the night-time rush.

As the diner comes into sight, I see a figure leaning against the windows, waiting. Putting my hand in my pocket, I feel around for the pepper spray and alarm that Darla gave me and continued walking. The stranger must have heard my steps as they turned to face me not even 10 seconds later.

Walking closer, I saw it was an older man with really pretty green eyes. He smiled a kind smile at me and patiently waited for me to open up the shop. As I came to a stop in front of the doors, I smiled a small smile back and proceeded to unlock the diner.