Ruthless Mate
1092 Words
Chapter Two.
"Prepare me dinner, you b***h!" Phoebe's mate, John shouted from the front door.
Phoebe, who was busy doing the laundry shivered. Since she got mated to John, it has been our hell and no matter what she does, it was one beating after the other and this day was no different.
Phoebe took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down before turning to face John. She knew that any wrong move on her part would lead to a severe beating, and she couldn't afford that right now. She slowly walked towards John and looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"John, I am doing the laundry right now. As soon as I am done, I will make you dinner," Phoebe said in a low voice, trying to keep her fear under control.
John stepped forward and grabbed Phoebe by the hair, pulling her closer to him. "You don't tell me what to do, b***h. You do what I say, when I say it!" he bellowed, his breath smelling of alcohol.
Phoebe winced in pain but tried to keep her composure. "I am sorry, John. I'll make your dinner right now," she said as she tried to free herself from his grip.
John tightened his grip on Phoebe's hair and pushed her against the wall.
"You are nothing but a useless b***h! You are good for nothing! I got better things to do than to wait for you!" he said and before Phoebe could react, he rained down a slap on her face. John kept slapping Phoebe, using his other hand to grab her neck, pushing her head hard against the wall.
"You f*****g useless b***h! I should have killed you when I first met you!" he said, gritting his teeth as he pushed Phoebe for a response.
John went quiet when Phoebe brought her knee up hard, straight into his groin. John howled in pain and released his hold on Phoebe. Her hand flew to her neck to grab her aching necklace. Phoebe looked at John with a bright smile, and all John saw was red.
Phoebe looked at John who had a murderous look in his eyes. She saw him take a step towards her; his face was now inches away from hers. John gave a disgusted look.
"I saw you in town with some guy, you think I won't know you're cheating on me?" He slapped her hard ans she gasped.
True enough, she was talking to a man in the store while she was out getting groceries.
"John, I swear to you, I am not cheating on you," Phoebe said in a low voice, pleading with him.
"Oh yeah? So what exactly were you doing?" John asked with a grin.
"I was buying stuff for dinner and he just asked me where the bathroom was!" she said, hoping that he wouldn't believe her.
John frowned and punched Phoebe in the abdomen. Phoebe cried out in pain as John went on hitting her, alternating between her face and her abdomen. Phoebe fell on the floor, gasping for air, but John was relentless.
"Look, you f*****g b***h," John said and pulled her up by the hair. "You will not leave me, do you understand? You are mine, and you will always be mine!" he roared, right in her face.
Phoebe looked away from John, unable to meet his eyes. She was scared that he would do something to her necklace again.
"That's not true, I didn't cheat, I swear on the Goddess." She whispered with her faint voice.
"I am not cheating on you! What are you talking about?" She had been accused of cheating before and she was tired of it.
"Don't lie to me, you slut! You're just like all the other women. I'll give you to the count of three to tell me the truth." John said, his finger going up to Phoebe's face.
"I am not lying, please John. I don't know what you're talking about!" Phoebe said, trying to hide her panic.
"One," he continued.
"John, please! I am telling the truth!" Phoebe pleaded as she wrapped her arms around John's neck.
"Two," John didn't let up.
"Please, please. I swear I am not cheating! Please!" Phoebe cried out and John released her. She tried to get out of the house but he grabbed her before she could even touch the door knob.
"Where do you think you're going, b***h?" he asked, taunting her.
Phoebe did not respond; she just tried to get away. John gripped down hard on her necklace and Phoebe cried out in pain. She tried to go around him but he pinned her against the wall. Phoebe looked at him pleadingly; tears flowed down her cheeks.
John's face was just inches away from Phoebe and he could smell her sweet breath. He knew she was scared and all he wanted to do was scare her a little more. "How dare you think you can cheat on me? Don't you know who I am?" he whispered in her ear.
Phoebe tried to get away again and John punched her hard, right in the eye. "You stupid little b***h!" he said and moved away from her to look at her swollen face.
"I can't believe that you would dare to cheat on me! It makes me wonder why I even took you in the first place!" John barked.
Phoebe regretted taking him as her mate, before she could say anything, his phone rang,
"What?!" He barked at whoever was on the other side of the phone.
"Yes, I'll be right there." He answered, nodding before releasing Phoebe from his death grip.
She gasped, feeling relief course through her.
"You better have dinner ready when I'm back." He kicked her one last time before exiting the house.
Phoebe cried, until there was no more years to cry.
"He accused me of cheating, maybe I should cheat indeed, after all he's not my real mate." Phoebe said in a voice void of emotion as she stood up.
She donned herself in a good outfit, did makeup to cover up her bruises then ventured into the night, ready to get her game on.
She sat in a corner, enjoying the music in the club when a stranger walked up to her.
"Need a company?" The voice asked, deep and masculine.
"Depends on who is asking." She replied in a sultry voice.
"Wanna get out of here?" She needn't think twice.
Like that she spent her night with a stranger.
Little did she know.
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