"Was I not enough for you?" He sqweezed my arms roughly.
I couldn't move. The only movement I could get out of me was the wriggling of my legs.
I couldn't even speak to defend myself.
"Please let me explain myself," I whimpered, but that didn't brush him off of me.
He was hurting me. His grip was stronger than ever.
"The chat between you and your boss is an enough explanation for me," He said before finally leaving my arms and just before landing his massive hands on my cheeks.
I have never been slapped by him before.
My ears made a stinging sound to remind me that I have just been slapped by my boyfriend.
"I did everything for you, I did everything you asked, I gave you all the money I have" He started stating all the things he did for me but I could only hear him with one ear and see him with one eye.
"It hurts," I whispered to him, hoping he would just stop all of this and let me explain to him how wrong he is.
"You are an ungratefull bitch, you just want more of everything" He pushed me on the same bed we have always shared.
He grabbed my hair and yanked my head backwards.
"ouch ouch, please let me go, let me explain to you everything" I cried out loud.
"Was he gentle with you or harsh? did you like his kisses all over your body, you dirty stinky piece of shit? " He said before unbuckling his belt.
I just freezed, He can't do that, can he?
No way, he loves me enough not to do this to me.
Then he started hitting me on my back with his belt.
I couldn't breathe. I could only hardly inhale between each stroke I take on my back.
I couldn't speak anymore to defend myself. All I could ever do was scream.
And I just wanted to be left alone.
"Do you want a promotion to the job I gave you so you ended up sleeping with your fucking boss?" He asked before hitting me again and again.
It took him a while to stop, almost as if he himself got tired of hitting me.
But I don't think he was exhuasted as he turned me over and slapped me once more, only this time it was on the other side of my face.
He was taller than me, he went to the gym, therefore had more muscles than the average guy.
He was just stronger in every aspect.
"You dirty whore" he said before punching my stomach.
I couldn't really take it so I tilted my head and purged all what I ate in the morning out of my stomach.
He backed away to watch me in wonder, as if he couldn't believe what he just did.
"Are you okay?" He asked with a low soft voice.
I have never seen a stronger shit in personality.
"Maybe you should explain," He said as he dragged a chair from the dining room all the way to beside the bed and just sat on it.
I don't want to explain anymore, I just want to leave this house before he kills me.
I didn't respond and tried to get off the bed.
"If you don't explain, you're not going anywhere." He chuckled.
I inhaled deeply.
"My boss didn't touch me. He didn't even try to, nor did I try something as such."
My voice was shaking out of fear.
I have never feared my boyfriend like this before.
"And? What about the chat?" He asked.
"He just said I love you for fucks sake." I mentioned to him in a sarcastic tone.
"Talk to me nicely, you piece of shit,"
Then he slapped me again and again.
"I was doing paperwork that he was having trouble with, so he just felt thankful, please," I begged him to stop.
I knelt down and begged him to just stop all of this.
But it accoured to me that he just likes it too much to stop.
