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CHAPTER 2//n|e

I woke up groggily for the second time that day, my whole body throbbing and it was not in a delicious way either, that bastard destroyed my ass, literally, if the blood wasn't a sure sign of his animalistic tendencies in bed, I don't know what else could hold as proof.

I tried to get up but the sight of the sheets made me freeze in my actions, blood was everywhere, this sent me into a massive panic mode, what sort of a monster was he.

I scanned the room, it was eerily quiet. I scoffed,

"Of course the bastard isn't here" I muttered into the empty room.

With my whole body violently protesting to any sudden movements, I moved slowly from the bed to the bathroom to wash myself.

Turning the shower knobs on, I set it to full blast at a very high temperature, I needed the water to wash away the disgust I was feeling, urgently. I soon realized that my tears were slowly just mixing in with the water, I slowly sank to the bathroom floor.

What did I do to deserve to receive such animosity, a knock on the door startled me causing me to jump up in fright, effectively sending another wave of a pain throughout my body, making me cry out in pain.

Pathetic.

I sucked it up and quickly rinsed myself off, I needed to get used to this treatment, and I better do it fast. It wasn't wrong for me to hope for a marriage where my lover would eventually fall in love even though the circumstances definitely weren't in my favour.

I scrubbed my body harder and washed off the blood, I hesitantly grabbed the towel off the hook placed in the bathroom, I stepped out of the bathroom effectively crashing into a hard chest, of course me being cursed with two left feet, well not literally, I gasped in pain, but my fall was softened by the body that in my defense is the cause of all of this, I mean who stands so close to the bathroom door, I hastily stood up from the body that I crashed into, my brain finally registering the person I crashed into, waves of relief washing over me.

Caleb Garden, my personal helper but I saw him as my only friend.

The only one that I felt was low key on my side while I lived this personal hell called my marital life, I saw the look of concern on his face, great, he saw the bloody sheets.

"You should learn to do what he asks of you without question"

I rolled my eyes at the condescending tone he was using with me, I was a human being with feelings, not a freaking robot, besides he wasn't a god that I would worship the ground he stepped on.

"Look, I know how much you hate this but atleast make it bearable for yourself, no one is suffering here except you, accept it or not, you're trapped here, the best you could do is make it through alive"

A defeated sigh left my lips, he had a point but that didn't make it any less fair, so I had to basically convert myself to a doting loving wife that the bastard would wear like a trophy, be always available for him to fuck, and do it as he pleased, could life get any more cruel than this.

I glanced towards the bed again giving him no reply, revulsion making it's way through my whole body, I limped towards my walk in closet to wear something, I wasn't in the mood to wear much clothes so I stuck with my black hoodie with my favorite lace panties, I limped back to the bedroom so that I could arrange it, he didn't like anyone coming into the room to arrange it, so I had to do it. I didn't mind though, atleast I had something to keep me busy even if it was for a little while that and my role to cook his meals, all to be ready before he was back home.

I nearly scoffed at my thoughts, I was literally your very definition of a house wife, I don't even get where Caleb got this crazy idea that I'm not respectful, I did all what Lewis asked of me without question and to his satisfaction, so me feeling irritated with his love for me to be so obedient sometimes shouldn't be much of an inconvenience, this marriage was the very definition of that word to him.