Abused

Nightmare

Trigger Warning: mentions of rape and domestic violence/abuse.

Connie woke up the next morning, all she could feel was pain, her wrists, thighs and hips were badly bruised and she wanted nothing more than to stay in the shower all day instead of going to work. Although she soon heard Michael's heavy footsteps as he walked up the stairs,

"Dressed. Now" he told her as if she were a child who had misbehaved.

Connie struggled to get dressed as every movement caused her pain, eventually, she gave up and decided that she couldn't go to work. There's no way she'd get away with limping around all day by telling people that she 'just fell'. Michael had been watching from the door way, he'd seen the way she whimpered when she tried to stand up - not that he felt sorry for her, all he saw was an opportunity to cause more pain.

He made his way over to the bed, "Do you want me to punish you‽", although it was rhetorical, the question still made Connie panic.

She slowly shook her head and spoke quietly, "I... I'm not going,", she paused to see how Michael would react; only continuing when he nodded, "I can barely stand, people won't believe that I fell downstairs... Again".

Michael slowly reached out and held Connie's hand, an unusual gesture for him which left her feeling confused.

"I'd let you stay off today", Michael moved his hand to her wrist and roughly pulled her into a standing position, smiling as he heard her sharp intake of breath, "but it's your fault that you're in pain, isn't it?".

Connie nodded and looked up at him, waiting to see if he was going to punish her, instead, she received another question.

"And why is it your fault?",

"I make you angry", Michael smiled, she sounded so fragile when she spoke to him, he'd officially broken her.

"Now get dressed and make sure you cover those bruises, we don't want anyone else seeing how badly behaved you are, do we?", another rhetorical question.

Michael left Connie to get ready, not caring whether she was in pain or not. He watched and grinned when he saw that each step was causing her unbearable amounts of pain, he planned to use it against her later on in the day.

They arrived to work, Connie getting out the car with a quick, "See you at home" before Michael followed her to the entrance of the ED,

"Surprise", he put his arm around her waist, "I'm working today, I'll meet you at the end of your shift so I can take you home as well".

Connie immediately began to feel sick, there was no way she could get through a whole day with Michael, she could barely make it through each morning without breaking down.

"I'd love to work with you but I can't", Connie knew she was lying but she also knew that Michael wouldn't hit her in public, "I'm only doing admin today... I don't want people to see me walking weirdly and get any ideas".

"Alright, I guess you'll have to make it up to me at home tonight", Michael kissed her then left her to walk to her office, one painful step at a time.

All Connie actually planned on doing was sleeping, with the previous night's events and the pain, she just felt like passing out. She put some files out on her desk then lay on the sofa, setting her alarm to wake her up an hour later.

"No, please don't" Connie begged as Michael ripped her shirt off.

"Be quiet, bitch!" was all she got in reply as her attacker continued to forcefully pull her clothes off,

Thirty seconds was all it took for Michael to produce a short length of rope and tie her wrists to the bedposts, smiling evilly, he knew he'd gotten her right where he wanted.

"Michael, stop it!", Connie kicked at him, hitting him a few times but mostly missing, tears began to fall from her eyes as she realised that he wasn't just over reacting because she'd accidentally smashed a glass.

He was actually going to do this - her husband, the man who promised to always love her and care for her, he was actually going to rape her.