Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 15

Emily sat on the floor shivering uncontrollably crying her eyes out she bowed her head to the ground to prevent herself from seeing what the man she called her husband approached with. Her nightdress was soaked in urine with some spilling to the floor.

"Disgusting thing, you have peed on yourself," he looked down at her in disgust. "How old are you that you're peeing on yourself?" He asked. Emily kept praying to God that he didn't hit her anymore, she didn't mean to urinate on herself, he had just started beating her out of nowhere pushing her to this corner, and she was very scared of what he would do next that she found herself peeing on her body. She was scared, it wasn't intentional.

"I-I'm sorry" she struggled to say amidst her wailing.

Mark didn't answer her, he continued to look down at her.

"I used to have a friend back then in high school," he said rolling the whip he held tightly around his wrist. "When we used to beat up people, he would get really excited when they pee on themselves" he chuckled. "He says, it shows that they're now very scared of you and you can do whatever you want with them"

Emily listened to him as he spoke but she couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"Seeing you this way, I'm actually excited" he smirked looking at the whip around his wrist "but it also gets me angry because of the smell" he suddenly frowned. "Anyways, I'll have to punish you for doing this.." he said. "Wait here..." he said to her before walking away. Emily stayed still until she heard, "look up"

She slowly looked up and saw him with a video camera taking a video of her.

"Say, I'm a big dirty baby and I pee on myself," he said. Emily watched him in shock. Was he really doing this?  "Don't waste my time"

"I...I'm a big dirty baby... I pee on myself..." she cried out.

"Good girl," he said putting off the video and putting it in his pocket. He laughed "That was funny, you're a comedian..." he gently unwrapped the whip. "Now, back to business, lay on your front," he said.

"Mark...please..."

One whip in their left arm told her that he wasn't taking any apologies. She hurriedly laid her face flat on the ground.

"Let's make this a memorable intimate night," he said and immediately started to deliver strokes of the whip.

Emily's eyes flew open, and she immediately jerked upright, hands on her chest as she panted. It was just a bad dream, not real. Yet again, those recurring nightmares haunted her every night. She shut her eyes tightly, offering a silent prayer and wiping away the tears that streamed down her face involuntarily. A knock interrupted her thoughts, causing her to startle and glance anxiously at the door. The knock persisted.

"Emily, it's me," she heard Ma's voice. Relief flooded her as she recognized it and hurried to open the door.

"Ma," she whispered upon seeing the familiar face of the older woman. "Is everything all right?" Ma inquired, concern etched on her face. "You were screaming."

Confusion clouded Emily's mind. Screaming? Was she really screaming in her sleep?

"Screaming?" Emily echoed, uncertain of what she heard.

"You've been screaming almost every night since you arrived here. Jay and I have been really worried," Ma explained. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," Emily replied, stepping aside to let the older woman enter before closing the door behind her.