☯︎Sweet addiction☯︎

Layla's POV. 'Burn her' I slouched in pain, my face covered in merciless punches inflicted on me. My throat hurt. I craned my neck to look at the demon i fell for three years ago. A wave of anger boiled simulteneously, letting out a silent cry. 'A...mor, why?' i called him the name i only called him in the most intimate of moments. To mock him. I hated him so much but i loved him even more. He didn't seem surprised when i called him that rather impressed. He stared at me and i could see all the evil it hid. I couldn't understand what he was thinking. i knew he knew what i was trying. The tension grew fonder and he held my cheeks. i grew scared and and swayed away. I knew that scared his ego but he grew closer to me and pressed his lips on mine. Tears on the verge of my eyes. 'I love you so mad' He whispered in the most romantic manner. I kissed him back my bruised lips hurting from the saltiness of his saliva. 'I know' i struggled to whisper back. Burn her. Those were the two words i dreaded cause he literally could, he did. Living with Ronny was hell. I still hoped i could get him back the man who showed me what love is. i know i deserve better but he would have to change cause i only want him. 'Go clean yourself up, you look pathetic' he signalled the way to the bathroom. Whenever anyone made my Ronny angry i would have to deal with this malicious monster he had become but i'm a female. i have no say, just an object to be used and toyed around with. That is all i know myself us. I tried getting up with excruciating pain, walking slouchingly naked past Ronny. He looked at me and gave a slight sneer. I stepped in the bathroom and closed the door hurriedly as if one being chased. He said he loves me. He loves right. of course he does i am his wife. I needed to stop my head from overthinking again. I slipped through the cabinet to get my daily medicine, battling with anxiety and depression was no easy take down the road. I looked at myself in the mirror. giving a loud sigh i said, i guess its just you and me again. i took my make up kit to hide the bruises.You look pretty, i faked a smile. i sniffed my armpits with the most disgusting of expressions. Before i even stepped in the bathtub, i heard a knock on the door. 'I'm coming in.' he growled.