He was looking down at my chest. I was little less in the height than him or I can say he was taller than me. His head was down. I can feel the tightness of his eyes by his gaze. His strong hands were touching my neck. He was pressing is hands while closing the buttons. I can see how fumed he was. His face was vicious. He literally wanted to kill me by torture. I would have closed that button by myself but no. Why did he come to close it by his own hands? He wants everything according to him. Even I need to breathe according to his wish. If he says to stop breathing I have to stop it just because he was my so called husband and I am living in his house.
After closing buttons he again glared me from top to bottom and nodded his head. I can see he was satisfied with my look
