The Chained "Wife"

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Staring wide eyed up at him, i wait for what he does next. I knew he was too sweet, nobody's ever that sweet. Trying not to cry, I watch him pace the room and muttering to his. I can't hear what his saying and i don't care to.

Jerking at his hair, he snaps his eyes to me and narrows them.

"Clean up this mess, while i go tend to our animals" his spats at me and i can't see the vains in his neck poking out. His definitely pissed

"You made the mess" I whisper softly trying not to anger him too much.

Suddenly he flys towards me and pushes his hand around my neck and squeezes tightly. I try to pull his hand away, clawing and pinching and it does nothing. He doesn't budge.

"Listen to me clearly wife. You will do everything I fucking tell you to do or i will punish you until you understand to be a good wife to your husband." he shouts in my face as he squeezes my throat tighter and tighter causing me to struggle to be able to take a breath.

He then pushes his face closer to mine and says "Now clean this up" before letting my throat free of his hand and walks out the room.

Holding my hands to my neck I cry softly to myself and just stare the way he just came from.
His psycho, a fucking psychopath.

He actually think's I'm his wife. He actually think's I'll obey him and love him. Well one thing's for sure his about to know he can't break me this easy.

Looking at the mess that he mad, i stay sitting on the couch. I'm not cleaning up shit. He threw that bowl out of anger. That's not my problem, it's his.

Taking this opportunity, I look around the room and don't even see any family pictures. I see alot of dead animal decorations, I mean who makes a damn lamp out of animal bones? That's sick!

Looking around the room I see the remote control for the T.V. Sitting up slowly and testing the chains around my ankles I walk slowly to the T.V cabinet and grab the remote.

Walking more around the room, his actually giving me plenty of walking space with the chains, probably so i can do my chores like a good little "wife". No, he will find out that he will have to do much more to me.

5 hours later

I'm still sitting down on this nasty couch watching T.V. It only has 5 channels but, 5 is better than nothing right? I settled into watching some old game show, look at me I turned into my grandmother.

A few minutes later I hear the front door slam shut making me jump a little. Eyeing the mess on the wall I think I should have cleaned it. That wasn't smart of me but, i couldn't help my decision was made through anger just like it was his to throw that soup bowl.

Feeling my heart trying to beat out of my chest, I wait for him to walk into the room. Grabbing the remote, I turn the T.V off and tuck the remote into the seat cushion. He doesn't have to know i decided to watch T.V instead of cleaning his mess.

Laying back on the couch, I pretend to be asleep. Pushing my face into the back cushion I close my eyes. Maybe he won't get mad if he think's I'm sleeping. He knows he has put me through hell this morning.

Suddenly I feel him messing with the chains at my feet before i'm yanked up by my hair, I try to hang on the the couch but i cant. His pulling me off the couch and down the hall by my hair, not even giving me a chance to stand up.

"You want to disobey me? You will learn that a wife should never disrespect her Husband" he tells me in a quiet voice and frankly that scares the crap out of me.

Opening the basement door he walks down still dragging me by my hair and I'm practically falling down the steps. My poor body is going to be covered in bruises.

Finally we made it to the last step and he throws me towards the wall where i see more chains, but this time, I don't only see ankle chains I see some for my wrists too. What is he going to do.

He goes to a old looking radio and puts soft music on before going to this chest in the corner of them room and takes out a fucking bull whip.

Widening my eyes I stare at him, trying to back myself away from him slowly. Can i run up the steps before he can catch me? Without even thinking about it anymore I jump to feet and run for the stairs, I don't even make it halfway up the stairs before his grabbing my hair and jerking me back.

He drags me to the back wall by the chains and my hair, I'm kicking and screaming, trying to pull his hands out of my hair to let me go and of course he doesn't.

"Please let me go i want to go home please don't hurt me please please don't don't" I'm a begging and rambling mess. I don't care. I don't want to get whipped. What kind of sick man is he that he would do this to a women?!

Pushing my stomach and face against the wall he locks the chain cuffs around my wrists first then bending down to his knees he locks them around both my ankles.

Closing my eyes tightly I start to cry loudly.