The Chained Wife

Chapter 3

Staring wide-eyed up at him, I wait to see what he does next. I knew he was too sweet, nobody ever that sweet. Trying not to cry anymore, I watch him pace around the room and mutter to himself. I can't hear what he's saying and I honestly don't care to.

Jerking at his hair, he snaps his eyes to me and narrows them.

"Clean up this mess, while I go tend to our animal's," he spats at me and I can see the veins in his neck starting to poke out. He's pissed off.

"You made the mess," I whisper trying to not make him madder.

Suddenly he flies towards me pushing his hand around my neck and squeezes tightly. I try to pull his hand away by clawing and pinching but he doesn't let go.

"Listen to me, wife." You will do everything I f*****g tell you to do it or you will be punished until you understand how to be a good wife to your husband," he shouts in my face as he squeezes my throat tighter cutting off my air.

He moves his face close to mine and says " Now clean this f*****g mess up!" Before letting my throat go, and walks out of the room."

Holding my hands around my neck I cry softly to myself and just start the way he just left.

His psycho, a f*****g psychopath.

He thinks I'm his wife. He thinks I'll obey him and love him. Well, one thing for sure he's about to learn he can't break me that easy.

Looking at the mess that he made, I stay sitting on the couch. I'm not cleaning up s**t. He threw that bowl like a child throwing a temper tantrum. That's his problem, not mine.

Taking this opportunity, I look around the room and don't even see any family pictures. I see a lot of dead animal decorations, I mean who makes a damn lamp out of animal bones? That's sick!

Looking around the room I see remote control for the TV, sitting up and testing the chains around my ankle I walk slowly towards the tv cabinet and grab the remote.

Walking more around the room, he gave me plenty of walking space with the chains, probably so I can do the cleaning like a good little "wife"." No, he will find out that he will have to do much more than just slap me and choke me to break me."

2 hours later.

I'm sitting down on this nasty couch watching TV. It only has 5 channels, but 5 is better than nothing, right? I settled into watching some old game show, look at me, I turned into my grandmother.

A few minutes later I hear the front door slam shut making me jump. Eyeing the mess on the wall I think I should have cleaned it. That wasn't smart of me but, I couldn't help my decision was made through anger just like it was his that made the mess.

Feeling my heart trying to beat out of my chest, I wait for him to walk into the room. Grabbing the remote, I turn off the TV and tuck the remote into the seat cushion. He doesn't know I decided to watch TV instead of clean.

Laying back on the couch, I pretend to be asleep. Pushing my face into the cushion, I close my eyes. Maybe he won't get mad if he thinks I fell asleep? He knows he put me through a lot tonight.

Suddenly I feel him messing with the chains at my feet before I'm yanked up by my hair, I try to hang on to the couch but I can't. He's pulling me off the couch and down the hall by my hair, not even giving me the chance to stand up.

You want to disobey me? You will learn that wife should never disobey her husband!" He tells me, in a quiet voice that frankly scares the crap out of me."

Opening the basement door, he walks down the stairs, still dragging me behind him by my hair and I'm practically falling down the steps. My poor body is going to be covered in bruises.

Finally, we made it to the last step and he throws me towards the wall where I can see more chains but this time I don't only see ankle chains I see some for my wrists too.

What is he going to do?!!

He goes into an old-looking radio and puts on some soft music before going to this chest in the corner of the room and takes out a f*****g bill whip.

Widening my eyes I started at him, trying to back myself away from him slowly. Can I run up the steps fast enough before he can catch me? Without even thinking about it anymore, I jump to my feet and run for the stairs, I don't even make it halfway up the stairs before he Grabs my hair and jerks me back down.

He drags me to the back wall by the chains, I'm kicking and screaming, trying to pull his hands out of my hair to let me go but he doesn't.

"Please let me go, I want to go home, please don't hurt me, please don't" I'm a begging and rambling mess." I don't care. I don't want to get whipped. What kind of sick man is he?!!!!

Pushing my stomach and face against the wall, he locks the chain cuffs around my wrist first, then bending down to his knees, he locks the ones around my ankles.

Closing my eyes tightly, I start to cry loudly, realizing I can't escape this.