THE PULSE

PROLOGUE

I remember making him mad, no.. that's an understatement, what I really did was making him fuming in anger and distest.
I knew from that moment I was in deep shit, he had shown me his bad side by locking me in a room that was painted plain black, the windows were boarded with thick stainless steel curtains and 3 weeks in that room was pure torture,
I hated every moment being in that room.
Though somehow I always had a new way of making him livid and it became enjoyment and getting the dark room punishment, but that was going to change, he opted for something different at that specific time. It shocked me.

As I recall the thing that made him livid,
We were at a dinner party for Minister Geoff and his wife Kamogelo's anniversary, one of his colleague's made a move on me and was giving out lustful stares and gestures towards them, I 9n the other hand was trying my best to ignore them. The colleague made jokes and I laughed caused they seemed so silly and funny, but me laughing was the last straw of what my crazy fiancé could take and he stood up angrily banging his strong hands on the table then turned to me and grabbed my wrist tightly and yanked me of the chair and stormed out of the huge mansion, making our way to his Black Lamborghini Aventador, when he opened the door he shoved me in the passenger seat with force and banged it closed making his way to his side and drove out of the huge Hlophe Compound.

He was driving in crazy deadly speed, I held on tight to the sides of my seat, breathing heavily out of fear that at any moment we would crash but that didn't happen at all, we made it to his R3 million Sandton apartment and he parked his car in the half empty basement parking space. We entered the building and in to the elevator heading to the floor where it was.

There when we got in the apartment, he did not switch on the main light but only the instructed the side lamps must me on, which they were, I was expecting either to be taken to the dark room or recieve a burning slap or punch from him but no! None of those happened.

I turned to look at him, he's blazer of already off him and on the coat hanger near the poshy big door.
He had locked it as got in the house.
His eyes were the ones that scared me, they were cold but confusing as he looked calm.
He was one hell of a ticking time bomb, and right now was ticking really oddly.
I swallowed my saliva hard, then he said, "Take of your underwear!"

I was shocked and confused, "W-what?"

"I said take off your underwear." He repeated.

I did as told, I took it off.

"Hand it to me,now."

I gave it to him and I watched in shock as he tore it up into pieces, mind you it was Victoria's Secret lavender coloured lace underwear, meaning it was so expensive but he tore it up as if it was worthless.

He walked over to me and went behind me where he unzipped my siesta bottom strapped black dress it felt to the floor leaving me fully naked on heels.

"Take off your shoes." He whispered to my ear.

I kicked them off and that's when I went back to my original height, I was shorter than him drastically.

He spanked my butt.
I winced in slight pain.
Held my waist tight, then pushed me on the L shaped lounger, his right hand landed on my neck where it gripped tightly making me gasp a little, he was on top of me, now choking the living lights out of me.
I was running out of air, grasping for more air as possible. Kicking and scratching him. He let go of my neck but the nightmare wasn't over, I stood up the couch and there I was sent smashing down the cold floor with my head by a hard smack on the face.
Immediately I bled from my nose, he did not stop but continue to hit me repeatedly over and over.

By the time I was weak and red/greenish all over my body, he then said.

"Don't repeat that shit again okay!" He whispered.

I nodded and weakly said"Mmhmm."

He then kisses the back of my head.

So that is my complicated lovelife and none will ever understand it but me and this man.

To know how I got to this situation well let me first introduce myself, I am
Pearl Vivianne Tshwete.
A dedicated nurse and I'm 24 years old.

The man in my life, well you'll get to know him fully as my Diary entries go.

This is my complicated story
Welcome to

THE
PULSE

By Zinhle-Izintombi Nxumalo aka Herstoryslit and LittyZwide.