The Billionaires Personal Nurse

Dream flashback "Caleb I'm sorry I was in a traffic jam. I did leave you a message." I sobbed out from the floor. He punched me in the face as soon as I stepped in through the door. "You should be sorry you stupid slut. I work hard earing the money for this household. All I ask is for a few simple things. But you can't even do that properly. Know you are whoring around. You are only sorry because you got caught." He gritted out true clenched teeth after grabbing my hair and pulling my head to his face. A burning fire shines in his eyes as I stare into them. How was I supposed to know that there would be a accident on the interstate and I would be stuck in traffic for over a hour.I knew the moment traffic stop I would get it if I were to be late. I have been living with it since I was 18. I'm not new to the abuse he gives or what triggers it. I had almost 5 years to learn and feel it all. The first insult ( to revealing dress), first slap ( spilled his beer), first time he raped me (not home when he arrived drunked). It still buffels me how I didn't see him for who he was. He was always so sweet to me. He made me feel loved, beautiful and special. We were the couple that everyone envide. The most likely to be together after graduation. The couple that would be forever madly, deeply in love. The jock an cheerleader romance. He did everything storybook worthy from the romantic dates, corny lines even the well planned out engagement. How could I not fall head over heels? That's simple I couldn't. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the pain of him pulling me up by my hair. It's useless to fight back as it only makes it worse. If I should put up any resistance it makes him more sadistic. It exists him making wathever he have planned last longer. I have done that the first couple of times but I suffer longer. Had more cuts, broken bones or internal injury. Trust me I know what I'm talking about. I had bruised ribs, crack ribs, broken eye socket you name it and I had it at some point in time. I have a pretty good idea what he has planned. He only leads me to another room when he plans to have s*x with me. The easiest way to make it stop quickly is to not do anything. Any sound I make would only fuel him to go longer. I'm not willing for it to go on longer than necessary. So after he discarded my clothes, spread my legs and fished out his d**k I retreat back into my mind.