Love Without Pain

Chapter One

Slap.

The sound of hand on cheek echoed through the house.

Slap.

A small cry followed by a hiccup escaped from my trembling, red lips.

Slap.

"Please love me," I croaked.

The man's hand stopped mid motion. "How could I love someone so pathetic?" He growled in a deep voice. His hand then resumed it's route.

Slap.

I fell from my knees to the floor. The cool tiles were a brief relief for my throbbing, stinging cheek. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, hoping to calm my heart rate.

Things weren't always like this. The man was my partner, I had been with him for a year, but it felt like an eternity. He used to tell me that he loved me, take me out for meals and kiss me gently.

The sex was good too.

But that's just it, the sex was good, but never good enough for him. Gradually he got more rough. At first it was spanking her ass, which she enjoyed. Then he went further.

He slapped her face.

It was fine at first. The arousal meant it didn't hurt much and was a little enjoyable. But it happened more frequently. And soon he was doing it outside of the bedroom.

I was then made to crawl on my knees, do all of the chores naked, cook and beg. I had to beg to eat, beg to go out and if he was angry I'd have to beg for sex. Even though I didn't want it.

For some people, this sounds like heaven, but for me it was a living hell. Soon it was blatantly abusive.

I heard him undo his jeans, and the the denim slide down his legs. I didn't dare look up.

"It's not gonna suck itself"

Bile rose in my throat, and I swallowed it quickly. I knew that it wouldn't be the only sickly substance I'd be swallowing that night.

My mouth felt as thought it were being violated. All I could taste was sweat and a hint of urine. I tried my best not to gag, but he thrusted deeper.

At this point my eyes were watering and my face was red from not enough oxygen. Just when I thought it couldn't be any worse, I felt his hands come to my neck and choke me.

My head felt tingly, eyes rolling into the back of my head, not able to breathe. And then black. I was out cold. I didn't know what kind of violation was taking place as I was out, but I didn't want to know.

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When I woke up I was in bed. Soft snoring came from beside me and I looked over at my boyfriend who was fast asleep. I took in his handsome features, the first things that attracted me to him.

I took in his long, dark eyelashes, straight nose, pronounced cheekbones, jawline, messy brunette hair. And then his lips. His soft, pink lips that had once kissed me so gently. That had once told me I looked beautiful.

Once upon a time.

But now they tortured me. They told me how worthless I was. They smirked when I was hurt. Those lips I used to love were now the thing I hated the most.

The bruises would fade and no longer hurt, but his words pierced me like daggers, they were the chains that bound me to him because I thought he was all I could ever have.