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does it, but it’s weak, faint and pathetic. My heart’s racing, my stomach’s turning from drinking so much early in the morning and my heart is aching for him.
    I was kidding myself to think otherwise. That I could walk out of the door and never look back. Every seam of my dress is torn, every piece of the polyester dress looks like broken glass splintered all over the floor. He treads on it as if he’s making a statement loud and clear. I wore this dress for him. I thought it was beautiful and now he is defacing it. Ripping it apart. My weak hands are trying to defend me.
    I hate it.
    No, I hate him.
    “Don’t!” He shouts while he holds my breasts in his hands like they are melons and his fingernails are the knife that is to cut out the juice. He does the same with my bra, shreds off me with such force. He wants me to be scared, but it has the opposite effect. I’m not frightened, fear finds a way out of my heart, the moment I look at the red velvet carpet and see my dress ripped to shreds – it turns me on.
    I want him to fuck some sense into me.
    Oh yeah, this is a whole new level.
    He does the same thing with my thongs. I stand with my knees shaking at his every move. Every slash, I want to oppose before I even get the chance he’s finished and then I need him to finish me off.
    I push him against the door and I envelope his mouth with my mouth. I’m hot and ready for him to fuck me senseless. He doesn’t want me to take control so he swaps sides and has me on the door with my breasts bouncing up and down like jelly.
    Our tongues injecting each other’s mouths with urgency. My hands in his hair feeling the heat flowing from his head to his feet. I’m sweating, engaging in his heat as well as mine. He releases his cock and I lift up my legs and wrap them around him like a bow around a gift.
    His dick is mine and mine to use as I please, when I want and that is right now. Right here and now, he will pump me because I am his. He knows that I need him and only he can pleasure me.
    He bashes his hips against mine. Roughly. Forcibly. He’s not concerned about how I feel he just wants me and he takes me. The harder he thrusts against me, the more I cry out. This is no longer pleasure, it’s turning into pain. I scream in agony and the more I cry out, the harder he pumps into me. He doesn’t even take his cock out, he just pushes it inside me deeper and deeper.
    “Roy, please!” I cry as I try to squirm out of his grip like a worm. He has no intention of being gentle.
    “This is what happens when you defy me.”
    I yell harder, hoping the staff will at least come to my rescue. No one will interfere. Everyone will turn a blind eye to what is going on. They always do. The privacy of the Sparks was like the best-kept secret in the world. He knows it and he takes full advantage of me.
    His rhythm is louder and harder and I can hear our bones banging against each other. As my screeches increase, he forces his tongue inside my mouth to keep me quiet and then he holds my tongue. He sucks it up like a hoover and holds on to it until he shoots up inside me like a lethal injection.
    He shivers and drops me. I plummet to the ground and cry. He looks at me like I am the most despicable thing in the world and says, “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”
    I don’t even need to ask him what I’d done. I had believed someone’s word over his and he refused to let me go. I was his, trapped in my mind, body and soul. He wants me to never to forget it and he gave me a taste of how he will punish me for doing so.

Chapter Seventeen
    “C ome, lay with me.”
    I get up from the floor with the remnants of my ripped clothing and join him on the bed. He’s lying down naked, after washing himself off in the bathroom. I do the same, I’m very sore. A little relieved but still in a bit of pain. He turns around for a brief moment so I can see the scares on his back.  “Look what you did! Come.”
    The idea that I crawled