Monstret / The Monster

The Monster (English)

 She placed her hand over her cheek that was burning with pain, he had hit her with such force that it had thrown her to the floor.
        -"Who the hell do you think you are?" He growled at her "Answer me!"
        She didn't answer him, She just stared at him with fear in her eyes. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back up on her feet. Jane let out a sound of pain when he slammed her down on the living room table with her back down, still holding her hair in a firm grip and the other one on her throat.
        -"Don't EVER tell me what to do, got it!?" he pulled her hair again when he said the last part.
        She couldn't make a sound, he pressed himself down on her so hard that his lighter that lay on the table was pressing at her spine and caused a lot of pain. She could hear his silent deep laugh, he was amused. She looked at him with panic raging thru her entire being.
        How could she have loved this man once? This monster?
        He saw her fear and his lips were drawn to a pleased and satisfied smile.
        -"Are you afraid?" He asked her gently and she could feel how his lust grew together with her panic. Jane closed her eyes and the grip around her throat pressed harder and she tried to breathe, her body trembled in fear.
        He pulled away from her and slammed her down on the floor again, just to pull her up once again, and stood behind her with her right arm locked behind her back in a painful grip. He had still not let go of her hair. He laughed softly again and pulled her head slightly to the side, exposing her neck, and drew in a long breath along her neck and up behind the ear.
        "Please let me wake up from this nightmare" Jane thought for herself and she let her tears cover her cheeks. Once again he laughed.
        -"Your fear smells wonderful" he said pleasurably and then looked down at her tears.
        -"Please..." she said but her voice died away.
        -"Fuck you, you bitch!" He hissed at her and his grips hardened and caused even more pain. "Do you know what you do to me when you look like that? when you show how weak you are? Fucking whore, do you think you can get away just because you arouse me?" He let go of her and turned her around.
        "Look at me, look at me!" Robert gave her another backhand and the pain and fear made her scream, but she opened her eyes. He looked at her for a short second, then he hit her again, the third backhand made her fall to the floor once more.
        How could she have loved him once upon a time? How would she ever be able to get away from him?
        She had just two hours earlier been at a café with a male friend she known since she was a child. He had seen her and questioned her about it when she came home, she had answered all of his questions, but he had not believed her. She had gotten angry and told him to stop spying on her every time she left the house.
        Now Jane regretted that she had made him angry, she only had herself to blame since she had raised her voice and told him what he could –and could not do, even though she's fully aware of how he is. So why was she so stupid and challenged fate?
        -"Please, forgive me" she whispered.
        -"You want me to forgive you?" Robert asked her with a cold gaze. She nodded since she was too shaken up to speak. He helped her up on her feet and hissed in her ear "If you satisfy me the way you hate the most I forgive you. So don't stop disregarding how much your cheeks hurt, 'cause if you do I let you sleep in the basement, got it?" Then he grabbed her arm and dragged her with him to the bedroom.

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When it was over Jane crawled up in the corner of the bed next to the pillow. She hated it, but she didn't want Robert to keep being mad at her, so now she had apologized in the way he had demanded of her.
        "Why didn't I listen to Christy?" she thought and let the tears drape her cheeks once more.
        -"Stop that!" He snarled at her.
        His voice startled Jane and she dried away the tears quickly. She started to feel nauseous, the taste was still there since he had made her swallow and now she just wanted to throw up, but she didn't dare to move.
        When he left and walked into the living room she went to the bathroom, the second she entered she began to vomit, some ended up on the floor but most of it in the toilet, afterward she stayed on the floor and kept shaking because of everything that had happened.
        "Why didn't I listen" Jane felt how she was about to start crying again, but nothing could change what was and what had been. She had been young and stupid nineteen years old when she had met him, but what young girl could see that the man she loves carried such darkness?
        Her friend, Christy, had warned her over and over again. "Jane you don't understand, he's dangerous, please you don't know how he's like" but had she listened to her friend? no, she had waved it away, believing Christy overreacted since he was Christy's cousin and afraid she wouldn't hang out anymore. And now here she was, throwing up in a toilet due to her stupidity.