Trapped by him

THREE.

Catalina.

I whimper out loud when he forcibly invades me.

"Pscht... Catalina," he whispers in my ear. My vision is blurry, but I still can see him as he strokes a strand of hair out of my face. I'm stalling in my breathing.

My whimper is getting louder and his movements are getting coarser and more painful.

With his body, he pushes me deeper against the mattress and I close my eyes. I can feel his hands all over my body.

"Open your eyes, Catalina," his angry voice gets me out of my thoughts and I open my eyes.

Despite my blurred vision, I can see that he is angry. Very angry.

"Stupid bitch," I hear him say before I get a painful slap in the face from him. I gasp painfully.

"Did I allow you to close your eyes? Do you have to cry every time? You make me so angry." and then the slaps me again

Just because I closed my eyes briefly.

What did I do to deserve all this?

I can't suppress my sobs anymore.

"I'm sorry..." I sob.

My face feels numb.

"I'm sorry..." I repeat myself and try to defend myself against his grip.

"Please.. I'm sorry.." I cry out, but he didn't stop.

He penetrated me more and more coarsely.

"Be quiet," he hisses loudly and I squeeze my lips tightly to suppress my sobs. My whole body hurt.

I had made him angry. It was all my fault. My fault.

How could I irritate him so much? How?

Alarm bells made themselves felt in me when he put his hand around my neck.

He loved to choke me until I fainted.

In panic, I shook my head, which made him even more angry. He punched me in the face again.

A whimper left my throat. And then he tied off my air and everything went dark.

When I came back to myself at some point, the only thing I felt was pain.

My face, my throat and my whole body hurt.

Memory of what he had done to me came up again. How he fucked me and knocked me unconscious after I gave him a blowjob.

"Well, look who's awake again."

When I hear his voice, I immediately get sick again. I turn my head in the direction of his voice and recognize him standing at the end of the room. I was still lying on the bed.

How long have I been unconscious?

Before I knew it, he came up to me with big steps.

"Would you like to say something, Catalina?" he asks me in a serious voice.

I knew what he expected from me. He wanted me to apologize for my behavior.

I hated him.

"I''m s-sorry," I whisper quietly. My voice was barely audible.

He didn't say anything, but just looked at me.

"I'll be waiting for you on time for dinner, Catalina."

I can't do anything except nod.

"I want to see your hair straight and don't forget to cover these." he pressed his lips on mine.

And by that he meant all the bruises he had gave me.