Monster

Ch.1 - 10 minutes.

Asalamoalaikum :)

Nothing else to say, it's Sheharyar Asif's story. Not a fan fiction, definitely not one. I'm just using his name. No offense. There might be loads of swearing bear with that.

This update is super super short just because I wanted a little intro of the personalities.

CHAPTER ONE

He was screaming, yelling my name. His voice pierced through my ears causing me to shrug. I opened my eyes a little and saw him standing on the other side of the bed. Fuming. He looked all red due to anger.

"Excuse me, just get up you bit*h, do you have no ears? I'm calling you since forever."

My eyes wide opened after hearing his voice, a voice shaking... shaking with anger. I was still in my head scarf as I slept like this after praying Fajr. I hurriedly got up from that back aching bed. The bed had no mattress, I have to sleep like this. No cover, no duvet, no pillow. Just a piece of wood, given to me for sleeping, just sleeping. Where sleep never usually comes.

"What the fuck, where are you lost, huh? I want my breakfast. Dare to give it to me within ten minutes or I won't be fulfilling my promise. I'll throw you out of here. Oh poor you, you don't even have anywhere else to go. Too bad baby, that is why I'm here for you. Too close to you and you can't even stop me to touch."

His finger trailed my arm causing me to flinch under his touch. His eyes bored deep into mines, telling me that he's mentality killing me. His smirk sending chills down my spine. He came closer, almost leaning in and came close to my left ear. Fear evident in my expressions, tears formed in my eyes, not ready to fall. It's a routine, my tears are wet yet still dry.

"Oh baby boo, you're scared, don't worry honey, I am your husband. I have the right." his whisper scaring me inside out. He's upto something bad, I know, I know him well. Unfortunately maybe. "Now get the hell up" he screamed in my left ear and I felt I lost my ability to hear once again. As if the whole world is just drumming. I wasn't able to hear, to get anything else. I felt... lost, one another time.

I nodded in pain and he jumped back. The smirk was still lingering on his face. I went inside the washroom, making sure I locked it, I looked up at myself in the mirror. Tears again formed in my eyes daring to drop any second. To avoid loud cries, I pressed my lips in a thin line making me feel sharp pain in my ear. The world still felt like beating drums right near my ear, or I say inside my ear. The pain caused me to open my mouth all of a sudden and a crying-scream left my mouth, unintentionally.

I hurriedly put my hand on my mouth to avoid any more screams or else he won't let me live. He'll kill me, not at once, but slowly, and that hurts alot.

If you really want to kill, finish me, just do it. I'm ready for it. I'm just not prepared for this long term death torture.

Washing up my face and ignoring the pain, I left for kitchen and started preparing breakfast. After I was done with it, I prepared the tray and kept in on the dining table. Right after keeping it, I was leaving for my room when a voice caught me.

"Bring it here. " It was his voice but it sounded too thick, his pitch very low. It was coming from the TV lounge and I without a delay I picked up the tray and went there. He saw me entering the lounge, and smirked.

"Good work darling, exact 10 minutes. Job well done." I heard his voice and without giving him a reply I walked out.