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August in the media.

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Angel's p.o.v.👼

I'm coming home from work and my husband, August Alsina🅰, told me to cook dinner for him. i didnt feel like cooking it for him, So i just texted him and said i would pick up some Popeye's for him.

I went to the drive thru and ordered his food. After that, i was headed home. i saw August car so i just knocked on the door. but no one answered. I knocked again. No answer. So, eventually i got my key and unlocked the door. I put the food down and went in the living room.

I was watching tv, August came outta the room w/o a shirt.

"Why you not in the kitchen making my food?"

"Babe, did u not get the text, Im tired from work and i didnt feel like cooking, but i gotchu some Popeyes." I said smiling, hoping he would just eat the chicken.

He walked slowly towards me. Calmly.

" Thats not what i asked for Angel." I could tell he was mad.

"I know but i was really tired and Ive been working all day."

That obviously made him mad, because he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. Im shorter but not that short. I was about at his shoulder. He looked me in the eyes.

"I didnt ask u too get chicken, i asked you to cook!"

*PAUSE. This nigga didnt ask me nuthin. He told me. Oh hell THE FUCK no.PLAY*.

"August, you didnt ask me to do anything."

He didnt even reply he just chuckled. He looked me deep in my eyes and i swear that he wasnt August anymore...

Hes Anthony...

Anthony is August like abusive bad husbandish side.

"Your about to learn how to obey."

"August, Pleaseeee. Dont. Just dont do this.

He then smacked me. I ran, not very far tho. He pushed me down on the ground and pinned me down and started whispering the things he's gonna do to me in my ear. I was soo scared. I really wanted to just run. But i know eventually ill have to go back home.

He drugg me by my feet into the what he calls "The Torture Room". I swear i see this room every week. He let me go and told me to get up. Then he told me to stripp. I HAD to if i didnt he would have just went harder. After that i already knew the drill. I got on the bed. He went and got the handcuffs. He had to literally fight me for my hands and feet. Eventually i was cuffed on the king sized bed.

He got something out of a drawer. He got s little closer and i saw what it was.

A wipp.

To be continued. ...

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