✿ Jennie is in a muddy situation which she can't escape. She figures there's no way out of her situation, Therefore she accepts it. Until a mysterious man changes her life forever, she's scared and confused. Jennie isn't ready for this life But he w...
Jennie was sitting at the dinner table with her husband. There was an eerie silence filling up the room. The only things that could be heard were the cutlery scraping against the plates and chewing. Jennie was fidgeting with her fingers feeling anxiety wash over her body. She prepared dinner for James today, She was ready to receive yet another beautiful scar on her body. James was never satisfied with her no matter what she did.
She did everything his way. She cooked only what he liked and skipped meals most of the time, due to him constantly saying she needs to lose weight. She only dressed in what he allowed and did her makeup just the way he liked it. Yet he never seemed content. She did anything to fulfill his desires, even if it meant forcing herself to engage in intercourse with him. Or giving up everything that she loved simply because her father was a selfish scumbag who only cared about those filthy green paper banknotes.
Jennie snapped back to reality, she watched her husband stand up from the dinner table and slowly walks towards her seat. Her legs trembled under the table and she looked up at the Western man with nothing but fear in her eyes. James noticed that she was scared and he smirked. He thought of Jennie as a doll. Just there to sit pretty, for him to use and throw away whenever he felt like it. He loved how terrified she was of him. He was a sadistic cunt.
He grabbed Jennie's arm and held it tightly. So tightly Jennie felt like he was cutting of her blood circulation. She closed her eyes tightly not wanting to cry like she does every time this happens. He leaned over to her, his face just a few inches away from hers. "Listen here you filthy slut. We are going to a party tonight,its for a business deal. If you do anything to embarrass me, I'll make sure to decorate your entire body with cuts." He stated coldly. Jennie gulped at the threat, she knew he was capable of it and he wasn't lying. "P-please it hurts.." She mumbled with tears threatening to fall.
The forgein devil released her arm and gazed at her with a pitiful look on his face. He walked out the dining room unbothered leaving the poor girl shaking. She rubbed her arm which now felt numb by how tightly he was squeezing it.
The woman walked out of the dining room heading to the bathroom. She was still pretty scared by what happened, James had this dark aura that surrounded him. It's like she couldn't do anything but obey him. If she didn't she'd end up tasting her own blood. She used to be active and fit before her engagement. Now she's skinny and quite weak. James liked that she was thin and fragile and petite. He liked the idea of being able to dismember her if he wanted to. He liked the idea of being in control.
And that terrified Jennie more then anything. Men were barbarous beasts. Ruthless and sadistic. They were gifted with strength and chose to abuse it, instead of using it responsibly.
Jennie entered the giant bathroom.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
She sighed and began to undress herself. She looked at her naked body through the mirror. You could practically see her ribs. She was pale and way too skinny for her age. Her legs and arms even her torso were covered in bruises and hickeys. Jennie felt disgusted looking at herself. His lips were toxic and his hands were spiteful. His touch felt like cancer. Every single thing that escaped his mouth felt envenomed.
