Point of View : Maria
Date Written : Thursday, November 10, 2016
Word Count : 1100
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My husband pushed me to the concrete.
"You filthy slut! I told you not to come home without the correct amount of money!" He spat in my ear. I whined and cried out, but there was no avail.
"SHUT UP!" He screamed, slapping me with his belt buckle. I could feel the heat of pain rise to my cheek, but he was stepping on my hands so I couldn't touch my face.
"I'm sorry! James, I really am! I'm sorry! I didn't count!" I pleaded. Again, he didn't let up and kept hitting me. I grunted from pain as the buckle connected with my eye.
"STOP! RIGHT NOW! GET OFF OF HER!" I heard a male voice yell.
James was ripped from me and flung to the streets, and I watched as he ran away in fear. Whoever this man was, he saved me.
"Thank you, k-kind sir." I stuttered. I sniffed and wiped my tears.
"Are you alright?" He asked me.
"Y-Yes...I must go." I sobbed.
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure. I must be on my way."
"Okay then. Stay safe madame..." the voice trailed off as I walked away.
I nodded and sobbed.
James had done it once again. Flogged me. In front of town square. Out of all places.
'I needed help.' I decided. 'But from who?'
I walked up to the first door I saw, and knocked viciously. They opened the door, and I stepped back, as a man approached me.
"Yes, miss?"
"I-I'm lost. And I-I don't know what to do. And I'm hurt. Please, sir, help me." I begged.
"Oh, of course! Come in dear." He smiled of sympathy and helped me inside.
"Thank you, sir. I'm so sorry to bother you at home."
"Oh, you aren't bothering me. I needed a break from my writing anyways. My wife, she tried to get me to go uptown with her, but I was stubborn and didn't agree." He sighed.
I looked up. "You're an author?" I tilted my head.
"No, no....I write essays and work for George Washington." He chuckled.
"Oh." I blushed, embarrassed by my stupidity. Of course he did. No wonder he looked so familiar. "My apologies."
"My name is Alexander Hamilton," he said turning around. He held his hand in front of me. "And you are?"
I hesitated. "M-Maria Reynolds..." I smiled, shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Reynolds."
"As to you, Mr. Hamilton." I smiled. Can this be the man I long to?
"I hope you know what you're doing in this world, Mrs. Reynolds. The world is a dangerous place. Be careful."
"I know, Mr. Hamilton. I've seen it. My husband, you see, beats me and hits me. James uses me, Mr. Hamilton. He abuses me. He uses me for cooking, cleaning, and sex. I'm nothing but a slut in his eyes." My eyes started to water. "Nothing but a useless, mangy, pet."
"Ma'am. Please. Is there anything I can do?"
"Uh. Do you happen to have a spare room?"
He nodded slowly. "Yes. I will show you."
I stood up and took his hand that he offered.
He led me up the stairs, and into a room. It was pale green, with a twin bed and a fireplace in the corner. Alexander lit the fireplace, and I took this time to let my hair down.
"You can—uh. Sleep. If you want. I have to get back to work." He blushed and looked me up and down.
"Stay?" I asked, taking my dress off. I wasn't wearing anything under it, and I'm sure glad I wasn't. He looked me up and down, eye-fucking me as his eyes skimmed my every feature. His eyes stopped when he got to my vagina, and I stood up. He looked me in the eye, then he licked his lips when I spread my legs so I was in a straddle split. "Please. Mr. Hamilton....Stay?"
"Heyyyyyyyyyyy."
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I woke up, and looked around. I was in a green room, and a man was sleeping next to me.
I remember only feeling good after last night, nothing of what happened.
The bed creaked as I sat up, and I walked downstairs, careful not to wake Alexander. With James, after he would fuck me until I couldn't sleep, he would then order me to make breakfast. I was his worker.
I walked into his kitchen, and then decided to make eggs for breakfast. In order to not be punished, I had to make it right away. I got out the eggs, then prepped.
The eggs fried nicely, so I was excited when the stairs creaked, signaling Alexander's awakening. As he rounded the stairs, he rubbed his head, but stopped and stared at me when he caught sight of me.
"Mrs. Reynolds-"
"Maria. Please. Call me Maria." I said looking down. I hadn't done that well last night. I could feel it. I bowed my head, and got down on my knees like James had me do when I performed poorly.
"What, what are you doing?"
"Awaiting, my punishment. I performed poorly. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please go easy with the whip. I can stand it. But the wounds are still fresh." I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.
"Ma'am, please. Let me help you up. What do you mean 'You performed poorly'? You did amazing. And whip?"
"My husband, James, he abuses me, like I said before. He doesn't like it when I perform badly in bed so he always punishes me. I wish that one of the punishments were not the animal cage. That one hurts." I sighed.
"Ma'am. Tell me all about your husband. Please. You need help."
"Sir. I'm afraid that I have caused enough drama. I need to leave. I can come back, if you'd like."
He smiled. "Of course! My wife, Eliza, and my son, Phillip are uptown with my older sister-in-law staying the summer with Eliza's father."
"So they won't be present until the fall?"
"Yes. Which means that we can fuck and make out as much as we want." He said with a smirk. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine; our lips moved in sync, and he dominated quickly. I was okay with him dominating, as with James, I had to kiss back. He took over. His hands roamed my body, claiming my boobs as his play toys He slipped a finger inside of me, causing me to gasp, making him grasp harder. We carried on in the bedroom. But with a lot of censors.
