Flashback.

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Moyosore.

I was operating on the computer when the telephone rang. My colleague, Theresa answered it.

"Here Moyo, the call is yours"  she heaved a sigh of disappointment.

I rubbed her back,  chuckling. "May I help you?"

"Come home right now" I could recognize the voice, Peter's. My fifth husband.

He hung up immediately. My heart raced, I wonder what went wrong this time.

"The... Theresa I'll be leaving. Tell the boss I felt quite sick so I rushed home'

She got up, cleaning some sweat from my forehead. "Peter?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes. See you tomorrow. Thanks for your help, T"

"Anytime" she smiled.

I grabbed my handbag and drove home.

**

"What's up?" I questioned sitting down the tiredly on the couch.

He grimaced. "Who's Collins?"

Collins. My ex fiancé before I got married to Peter but never  talked about him.

"He was my fiance back then" I said dryly. "he cheated"

Peter shook his head in disapproval. "You know very well how much I hate LIES"

"I'm being honest here"

He advanced towards me, his eyes red.

"You see this?" He lifted a whip to my face.

"Peter you can't do this to me" I quivered with fear.

"come here" he grabbed my hair. I winced in pain.

Hitting me with the whip, he tore my clothes into pieces. He tightened his grip on my neck and kicked my breasts.

"Who's Collins?!" he yelled  pushing me aggressively to the bed as tears flowed freely from my eyes.

"Peter don't do this to me"  I cried , begging for my life.

He removed his belt and threw  it at me. Blood rushed from the side of my forehead. My eyes begged him. Instead he shot an angry glare.

"Next time you'll never hide anything from me!" he handcuffed me to the bed. Coming out from his boxers , I felt him behind me roughly. The pressure at which he used on me was worse than a pumping machine as it made loud slapping sounds. I groaned out of pain.

He opened my thighs and placed ice cubes on my female organ. He then used his mighty penis to beat it hard.

"please Peter  I'm sorry,,," I cried hard. "I'm dying"

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