✿ 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 paced around her and James shared bedroom. He hasn't come home yet and it was already past 1am.
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Jennie already suspected that something was off with him. But this just made it blatantly obvious. He was cheating on her.
Jennie sighed and walked towards the balcony. She stepped on the balcony immediately feeling the cold air kissing her skin. She stared at the night sky. The sky was filled with thousands of stars. The stars looked so beautiful and so free. Jennie wished she could be free. She wished she could go back to her old life, to her old self.
The woman started tearing up. She let her tears stream down her face staining her silk pajamas. She couldn't help it. She didn't love James, she absolutely despised him. But in some way it still hurts. It hurts that she was just a toy. A plaything for him to use whenever he felt like it, then to just be tossed aside. This wasn't who Jennie was.
Jennie wasn't a weak and fragile woman. She wasn't shy and anxious. She wasn't this way before, but she changed. He changed her.
This isn't who Jennie was. This is just someone he molded her into. He shaped her into his very own punching bag. Nothing more than just a doll always just sitting there looking pretty, being used occasionally whenever he felt like it. Then thrown away and forgotten about until he gets urges again.
That's how it was for women. Nothing more then just sex objects. Nothing more than just porcelain dolls. Fragile and pretty. And easy to break. Women weren't viewed as human beings by James. No they were just puppets. Meant to obey men and bend down at their feet. If they raise their voice you lower your head. They raise their hands at you, you just take it. Just take the pain and deal with it. Because that's what you are. Nothing more than a slave to men.
Jennie detested all of these rules and stereotypes. She hated how these unbelievable expectations were pushed onto women. James was shoved down her throat. She didn't want him. But her father made the decisions in the family. It would bring him great fortune and how could such great fortune compare to his daughter? A useless being who has no purpose on this planet other then to serve men. He wanted a son, never a daughter.
An heir to become the leader. To overtake his businesses in the future. Only a man can do that according to him. Jennie cursed under her breath and wiped away her tears. She walked back inside the bedroom to grab a pack of cigarettes. She stepped back outside onto the balcony. She grabbed a cigarettes from the pack, lit it and put it in her mouth. Perhaps a miracle would happen and she could escape from this nightmare. She could only dream.
"That bastard must be having fun.." Mumbled Jennie as she puffed on her cigarette. She's over here absolutely miserable meanwhile he's probably getting his dick sucked by some random whore he met in the VIP section of some random club. Jealous yes she was very much jealous. She didn't love James. Not even one bit, she absolutely loathed him. But she still felt so jealous. She couldn't help but feel so betrayed and so abused. "That fucking bastard.." She muttered insults under her breath. Every single word laced with envy.
She did everything she could to please him. And he didn't give a single damn. Imagine you put so much effort into a relationship. You let them slowly tear you apart and break you all in the name of love. But he never loved her. He loved her body, her pretty face, her fragile and weak self. That's what he loved. He didn't have a clue about her hobbies or interests. He couldn't care less about her personality or feelings. All he wanted was to use her like a puppet.
Jennie could only endure it. Not everyone has a happy ending, but you can always create the illusion of one. That's what she was doing, creating an illusion that this was all going to be over soon. That she'll be free or maybe a miracle would happen and James would suddenly gain some fucking empathy.
She puffed on her cigarette once more before placing in on the ashtray and walking back into her bedroom. She undressed herself only being left in her undergarments. She looked down at herself and being met with a disgusting sight. In her eyes she was disgusting. She was so thin and so disgusting. Her body was littered with hickeys and bruises, disgusting. There were a lot of bites around her neck and thighs, disgusting. She was utterly disgusted by her own body. But James liked her like this. Therefore this is how it's going to be. Whether she likes it or not.
She laid down on the bed and covered herself with the sheets. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, wetting the pillows. She took a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Perhaps she could die in her sleep and escape reality.
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She only wanted to be free. Was that too much to ask for?
