Abused And Broken

Chapter Seven: The Dominant and the Submissive

As Samantha stood there, watching Augustus glowering at her, she could feel her heart sinking to the floor. She knew that he didn't care about her, that he was only interested in his own desires and needs.

But as she looked into his eyes, she could see the indifference and coldness in them, the sense of superiority and control that he always displayed towards her.

After hearing what Samantha had said, Augustus started to look mad, and like he didn't care at all.

She then said to Augustus that she had prepared food for them to share. She cooked all his favorites, hoping that he would appreciate her efforts and spend time with her.

But Augustus just glared at her and said that he wasn't in the mood to eat. "Clean the table," he harshly said. This made Samantha's tears fall down. He didn't even bother to look at the food she had prepared.

"But I hope you can eat even a bit," she tried to change his mind. "I just want to celebrate this day with you."

Augustus just scoffed at her, "Celebrate? What's there to celebrate? You're just a worthless slave to me, Samantha. A plaything to use whenever I feel like it. And you think I'd celebrate our marriage anniversary with you? Don't make me laugh."

Samantha just looked down, feeling completely broken and defeated. She knew that Augustus was the dominant one in their relationship, that she was nothing more than a submissive.

And no matter how hard she tried to please him or to win his affection, she would always be at his mercy, always subject to his desires and needs.

As she cleaned up the table and the kitchen, Samantha couldn't help but think of her life, of the pain and the suffering she had endured, of the dreams and hopes that had been shattered and destroyed.

Augustus had had enough. He went near Samantha and pressed her against the wall. "Is this what you want?!" He said, and started kissing her, roughly and forcefully.

Samantha didn't know how to react. Part of her wanted to push him away, to tell him that she didn't want this, that she deserved better. But another part of her, the submissive part, wanted to give in to him, to let him dominate her, to feel his power and control.

As Augustus kissed her, she felt herself melting into him, her body responding to his touch, even though her mind was telling her that this was wrong, that she should resist him.

But Augustus was in no mood to listen to her protests. "Samantha, shut up!" he yelled. He was so pissed off, again, even if Samantha hadn't done anything wrong.

This time, Samantha let out her tears and sentiments: "When will you love me? Why are you treating me this way? I am your wife, you are my husband... why does this have to be like this?" She was yelling out of tears too.

But despite her protestations, part of her was really enjoying this, enjoying the feeling of being dominated, of being controlled by him. It was a twisted, sick part of her that she hated herself for, but she couldn't help it.

As Augustus continued to kiss her, she felt herself getting lost in the moment, forgetting all of her pain and suffering, forgetting all of her dreams and hopes.

All she wanted was to be loved, to be accepted, to be desired by Augustus. And even though she knew that it was never going to happen, that he would always treat her this way, she couldn't help but hope.

As they pulled away from each other, Samantha wiped her tears and tried to compose herself. She knew that this was not the life she wanted, that she deserved better. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel drawn to Augustus, to his power and control over her.

And as she looked into his eyes, she knew that she was trapped, that she would always be his submissive, always be subject to his desires and needs.