The Runaway Husband

Chapter 50

Third Person POV

🛑Warning Mature content ahead 🛑

Evelyn laughs cruelly as she grabs Hazel's hands and pins them above his head. She tear off his clothes then She presses her nails into his flesh, drawing blood as she forces him to submit to her.

With one swift motion, she mounts Hazel, his cock entering her pussy. She grinds down on him, her movements slow and deliberate. She takes pleasure in his pain, her desire to control him heightened by his suffering.

As she fucks Hazel mercilessly, Evelyn reaches down and grabs his balls. She squeezes them viciously, determined to inflict maximum pain. Hazel's screams fill the room, echoing off the walls.

Despite his protests, Evelyn continues to ride ,Hazel's cock twitches involuntarily as Evelyn's rough handling causes him immense pain. He tries to speak, to beg her to stop, but she only laughs at his attempts to communicate.

Her eyes locked on Hazel's, filled with a mixture of pleasure and sadism, she continues her assault. She thrusts her hips downward, her pussy enveloping Hazel's cock, her muscles tightening around him.

Evelyn continues to ride hazel, her powerful hips grinding down on his cock. hazel's eyes are wide with terror as he realizes that he is at the mercy of this cruel, woman. as evelyn nears her climax, she leans forward and whispers in hazel's ear "you're nothing but my personal whore, aren't you? her breath hot against his neck,

As she rides him harder, Evelyn releases her grip on Hazel's balls.

As Evelyn's orgasm builds within her, she feels herself getting closer to the edge. She thrusts s Evelyn continued to rape Hazel, her sadistic delight grew with each thrust. She reveled in his vulnerability, relishing the power dynamics that had shifted in her favor. With each movement, she felt herself growing closer to the ultimate victory - the complete destruction of Hazel's spirit.

"Keep begging for mercy," she hissed, her voice laced with malice. "I won't stop until you're nothing more than a shell of your former self."

With a sudden burst of energy, she slammed her hips down on Hazel's cock, her forceful thrusts leaving him writhing in agony. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears, ignored by the heartless woman who had taken control of his life.

As the assault continues, Evelyn's brutality intensifies. She grinds her pussy down on Hazel's cock, her juices dripping down his balls, mixing with his tears. The stench of fear mingles with the sweetness of her arousal, creating a potent cocktail of power and humiliation.

Evelyn's lips curl into a cruel smile as she sees the broken look in Hazel's eyes. She knows he is hers to do with as she pleases, and she revels in the knowledge.

Her voice is laced with contempt.
And soon enough, you won't even be able to walk straight.

Evelyn's pussy continues to grind down on Hazel's throbbing cock, her juices dripping down She leans down and bites Hazel's lip, drawing blood.*

"Don't you ever dare to wear these clothes again," she spits out the words. "No one else deserves to see you looking this hot except for me."

With a final thrust, Evelyn rises from Hazel's lap and stands up, her pussy still wet from his cum. She picks up Hazel's torn outfits, holding it up to her nose, savoring the scent of her victim.

"This black color looks so good on you, but it also makes you so easy to spot."

Evelyn burns down his black formal outfit which she tore front of him

As Hazel awakes from the exhaustion of the previous night, he finds himself alone in the bed, naked  covered in hickeys and vulnerable. His body aches from the physical assault, and he's wracked with emotional turmoil. Wrapping himself in a blanket, he peers out of the window, hoping for a sign of life beyond the walls of his prison. Instead, he's greeted by Evelyn, standing at the edge of the bed, a glass of wine in hand. Her dark eyes gleam with amusement as she surveys her husband .

"Where are your fans? Your band members?" she taunts, taking another sip of her drink. "You became famous, but still, here you are in my bed, naked. See, this is your worth. Naked in mybed, because you are mine."

Evelyn laughs cruelly, mocking Hazel's plight. Her words cut deep, striking a raw nerve within Hazel. He looks down, unable to bear the reality of his situation.

"I'll never let you leave," she continues, relishing the terror in Hazel's eyes. "You'll always be mine, my little plaything."

Hazel musters all the energy he has left, determined to stand up for himself. He pushes himself upright, but his legs buckle beneath him, feeling a sharp pain in his pelvic area causing him to fall back onto the floor.

"Look at you, trying to defy me," she sneers, kicking Hazel's side. "You'll learn to obey me, or else face even worse consequences."

As he attempts to sit up, he winces in pain from the abuse he endured last night then Evelyn carries a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of fresh pastries, the enticing aromas mingling with the lingering scent of sex and perfume. The sight of her, however, brings a wave of apprehension, and Hazel hesitates, unsure of whether to reach out or recoil.

"Love don't make me angry ," she says brightly, placing the coffee and pastries on the bedside table. She sits beside Hazel, her fingers brushing against his bare thigh, leaving a trail of warmth behind. "I trust you slept well?"

Hazel swallows hard, his body tense under her touch. "Better than I expected," he replies, sarcastically his voice barely above a whisper. He takes a small sip of coffee, grateful for its rich, earthy flavor.

Evelyn chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "We both know I don't treat you like a husband." She leans forward, her gaze piercing. "You're mine, Hazel. My toy, Obsession and love . And I'll do whatever I please with you."

Hazel's heart races, his pulse quickening as her words sink in. He glances down, his eyes locking onto the delicate curve of her neck, its beauty marred by the faint bruises left from her violent domination. His stomach twists with a mix of fear. The idea of being completely controlled by her is terrifying.

He clears his throat, gathering enough courage to ask the question that has been burning in his mind since the night before. "What are your plans for me?" he asks, his voice barely audible. "Do you plan to keep me locked up here forever?"

Evelyn gives a cold laugh. "Why would I bother keeping you locked up when you're so obedient ?" She picks up a pastry, nibbling at it. "As long as you listen to me and satisfy my needs, I have no reason to confine you. But should you ever fail me, well... that's another story entirely."

Evelyn's expression turns from amused to furious. "And what about Katherine? Did you fuck her too?" Hazel looks down, his face flushed with shame.

Evelyn's rage boils over. She stands up, towering over Hazel, her fists clenched.
"How dare you! I gave you everything, and you betrayed me for that cunt!"

Her anger reaches its peak, and she slaps Hazal across the face, leaving an imprint on his cheek.Blood drops form in his lip , but he remains silent, knowing that defending himself will only enrage her further.

"I'll never forgive you for this!" she screams. "Katherine will pay for what she did to me, just like you will!"

With that, Evelyn storms out of the room, slamming the door shut. The sound reverberberizes through the walls, echoing throughout the grand estate. Hazel lies alone in the silence, feeling the weight of his guilt crush him. He closes his eyes, wishing for the pain to end.