submissive minx

3

A headache invaded my brain. My throat was raw and my back is hurting. The memories from last night tainted my thoughts along with the smell of rain.

I could hear the drip drop of the rain against, the small bordered window. My head is literally throbbing and I'm an emotional wreck.

Declan's word plagued my mind and a wave of hurt. I'm so sorry. I'm a sorry excuse for a wife.

Before I could continue to pity myself, I heard slight footsteps creak above me. Declan! A little eco item t bubbles in me.

I can finally get let out if this hell hole. The stale air is almost suffocating, and the jagged edges of the wooden walls don't help.

I got poked by them all last night, as if my fear wasn't enough. The dark and the eerie basement just added to it. What felt like hours was only a couple minutes before I heard the freak of the basement door.

I quickly adjusted myself so the I was at the bottom of the stairs. But I don't dare look up.

"Are you ready to listen" he teased. It was almost as if this was amusing to him.

Although I wanted to see his face I reframed from doing so. I kept my eyes trained to the floor but nodded my head vigorously. I don't want to stay another minute in this tainted place.

"Speak"

I heart leaped at the word he just spoke. He's not angry with me anymore. I smiled to myself and raised me head to see his beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen. I can be a good girl I promise." My voice came out quietly.

He furrowed his brows, but instead of saying anything he beckoned me with a motion of his finger. To which I quickly obliged.

I stood up a little too quickly so I stumbled a little. And that's when the pain of the whip registered. I screwed my face, but none the less continued to him.

When I reached the top of the stairs in front of him. I was taken back by the slap to my cheek.

"Next time I tell you to do something you do it. A good wife is obedient." He sneered. And with that he walked away swiftly.

I was stunned but didn't show it. I went straight to the kitchen to make something to eat. It's around 12:00am judging by the position of the sun. I make some grilled cheese sandwiches, and spinach.

And then a I put some wine in a glass for Declan and I settled on some water. Once I was finished with putt lunch I walked to the third floor to his study. I let a sigh and straighten myself out.

Even though I didn't have a shirt on and I'm sure my hair was a wreck. Without a second though I cracked the door open and popped my head in.

"Declan lunch is ready" I replied weakly.

I hate how flustered I get around him even after all of this time. But to my surprise he got up immediately, and followed me out the door. I turned to the left at the end of the hallway to Theo on some decent clothes.

I have to tell him today. Ok breathe in breathe out. I made it back to the kitchen and frowned when I saw Declan hasn't touched his food yet.

"Are you not hungry" I asked as I approached the kitchen table.

"No just waiting on you love."

I didn't say anything else and we ate in a surprisingly comfortable silence.

I cleared my throat to get his attention. To which he raised and eyebrow.

"I-I" ahem. How do I tell him this. My pregnancy was confirmed when I threw up again last night while in the basement.

"I'm pregnant".

The clatter of his forks dropping to his plate startled me. And I slightly jumped.

He let out a grunt of disapproval, and I heard the scraping of his chair moving back. Before I knew it his eyes were piercing into mine. As if they knew every thing that I had ever done. Every secret, every lie.

"Baby why don't you tell me." His expression softened and his words were soft.

"Oh god I could've killed our child last night. Are you fucking dumb. You let me punish you while you're pregnant." The fury and hatred from his words sliced through me.

I was sad but not for myself but for him. What would have happened if I lost the baby. He would be best broken and upset if I had. And that's one of my main goals is to provide children for him and to be by his side.

I bowed my head in submission and sobs racked my body.

"I-I didn't mean to." I really am sorry. But I also couldn't say anything because I needed to be taught my lesson for not listening.

I received a slap to the face as he gripped my chin. And stared at me with hate.

"I can't fucking believe you. And you call yourself a wife." Ouch. The actually hurt.

"Declan I didn't mean to. I know I haven't been a good girl, but can I go outside?" I questioned. I am really treading on thin ice today.

But I also really miss the feeling of the sun of face. Or the wind blowing through my curls or even the rain dealing down my clothes. I haven't been outside in over 2 years. I miss it. Maybe I do deserve to live in solitude, and should just accept this life of oppression.

"No" he curtly replied.

"Absolutely not. I will not have my pregnant wife outside in a world full of danger. Clean this up" and with that he dismissed me.

Sighing defeatedly I obeyed his command and starting to clean up.

For the rest of the day I just went through the motions and just kept to myself. This is my life. Azariah Blackwell. Wife of the famous millionaire that everyone adores. Little do they know I'm not the perfect wife. But he is the perfect husband.