Loved and Hated by You

Breaking all the chains

Chapter 6

3 months Later

One night he came back from his friend's marriage and his car got scratched while coming back. So, he was in a foul mood and reeked of alcohol. when he came inside the room I was sleeping because it was late in the night, so I had nothing to do I slept early that day. He came in and jumped on the bed, startled I nearly had a heart attack because of this so, I shouted without thinking but who knew my innocent shout could put him in an even worse mood.

"Do you think of me as a monster" he shouted at me.

" No, I...I just got startled, you all of sudden jumped on me, I was sleeping had no idea it was you" I tried to assure him that it was not because I dislike him but I really got scared that's why I shouted, I wanted him to just spare me and let me sleep I was tired after working my ass off in this house and wanted a peaceful sleep.

"You b***h, you think I am a fool and don't know what goes into that brain of yours" He said in an angry tone.

"Richard I love you, you are my husband" I said in a soft tone. Now I learned if I have to stay in this house and don't want to get beaten up every night, I have to coax him to pretend to love him and respect him, otherwise, I would face hell. So, I did what was best for my survival here.

"Really you love me" "hahhahaha" he started laughing like a mad man and I felt my hairs rise on my back. I had premotion something bad gonna happen to me and it did.

Once he stopped laughing, he started to strip, first, he took off his suit jacket which I tried to take from him, like a good wife but he stopped me and told me to sit on the bed and don't move. He threw his jacket on the floor and next he took out his belt, I was eyeing his belt because I knew it could bite in my skin, and for weeks I won't be able to sit on anything if that thing again touched my bare butts.

I was scared hell waiting after he took his belt he came at me and my instincts took over, I started to back off but when I saw him pause and look at me in warning, I stopped myself with lot more efforts to stay in place rather than flee someplace safe.

" You love me, You told that yourself, so let's test your love for me, Shall we?" He asked in a low and dangerous tone.

"come here and be on your knees in front of me" he said again, ya he liked to put me on my knees, So that he can boost his ego that I am at his mercy and his personal slave.

If I did not care about the reputation of my family and about my mother I would never have done or hidden the things he has done to me, from anyone but what choice did I have. If I told them I was dying here, not happy like they thought, Richard and his family treated me like a Servent instead of there daughter. My mother would have died from this guilt that her only daughter was suffered just like her, an alcoholic husband getting beaten up every time you said a word. Insulted by all the family members and listen to there taunts all the time. Cook, Clean, Wash and do all the chores by myself rather than like they promised to have a maid for all of this.

What could I do, If not swallow my pride, my self-Respect, and bow to him? I cried while holding my Mom's Picture every night and tell that picture all my pain and grievance.

"Are you defying me?" He said angrily to me.

"no," I said and went to where he was standing and bent on my knees in front of him. His c**k was right in front of my eyes and I knew what he wanted but still, I waited for his instructions.

"You know what you have to do, Don't you," he asked completely pleased with his influence on me.

" Yes" I said in a dead tone.

"then what are you waiting for, b***h. Your husband came so late and tired start pleasuring him, this is what you have been born for, come on cunt start licking my c**k and give me some release," he said while fisting my hairs in his hands so that he can f**k my mouth as he pleased.

I unzipped his trousers and slid his underwear down as well, I held his p***s in my hand, he was not big, to begin with so if I held his c**k in my hand only his tip will be left out of hand.

He groaned once my hand touched his cock." Oh Yeah come on slut start licking my little man, like you always do, like you will die if you don't get enough of it" He said in lustful tone while trusting my face in front of his c**k.

I took him inside my mouth and right after I took him, I gagged and pushed him and run into the bathroom to vomit, I could not do it, I tried oh god I really tried to control and let him f**k my mouth but I could not. I vomited whatever little I ate for dinner. Tears were running down of my eyes, I did not like him, I hated that smell of his p***s, it always made me gag but I always managed to pleasure him before I went into the washroom and vomit all the contents of his come.

So, that I could be spared by him and won't get beaten up but today I was not feeling well, My periods came in little early and I was feeling sick, due to the nonstop cramps and pain in the body. I could not hold it in when he pushed his c**k in my mouth and had the urge to vomit right then and there.

As I was trying to clam myself, Richard stomped inside the bathroom and looked at me with his angry eyes, I could see the anger in them, hatred, he wanted to devour me, cut me into tiny pieces and I knew I was doomed.

"Richard I am not feeling well today for some reason, you know I would never do did that before, Its just, I could not control it." I tried to justify my reaction earlier so that he will spare me and won't hurt me, as I was already in so much pain.

"It hurts, I swear I did not mean to offend you, I wanted to please you but I could not stop myself, I would have vomited on you, so I pushed you to run here." I tried to reason with him, wanted to convince him that I did not do that on purpose.

He did not speak just walked towards where I was sitting on the floor. When he came in front of me. He smiled at me Lovingly, I sighed in relief that he understood my pain and I was forgiven, he's not gonna hurt me. I smiled as well but next second he fisted my hairs and dragged me by my hairs from the bathroom.

"AHHH PLEASE RICHARD I AM SORRY, I AM SO SO SO SORRY, PLEASE .....PLEASE LET ME GO, I DID NOT MEAN TO DO IT, I AM SORRY " I started begging him shamelessly, I just wanted him to let go of my hairs my scalp was burning, due to his brute force. he still dragged me until we were near the bed in the room and then he let go of my hairs and took my hand in his and pushed me up and on the bed then.

I started backing up and ask him to forgive me but he was not listening anymore he picked up his belt which was thrown on the floor by him. I started shivering, I was scared, so scared to get hit by him mercilessly again and again. I have this reaction now, whenever he comes near me in this state where he looks like a manic, I start shivering.

" I ....i...mmm...SOOORRRRY...PLLL...PPllleasssee.FFFORGGIVE me.." I begged him again but he was climbing on the bed now without any thought of letting me off.

" you want me to let you go, OK then come first and I will" he said to me, and like a dog I crawled up to him, just save myself from his cruelty.

"Good Girl" he said and laughed and pushed me down, secured my hands with his and tied my hands with his belt. My eyes widened and I looked at him with a lot of hurt in them. he was my husband but still he treated me worst than an animal most of the time.

" you promised," I said while crying becasue I knew he lied again like he did so many times.

" Yes, I did what did you think you could get away with insulting me like this. HMM TELL ME, do you take me as a joke, does my c**k not satisfy you, you want other c***s in your slut p***y, you want to be f****d by other men, is that why you pushed me and pretended to love me." He shouted on my face. I kept shaking my head, like a crazy woman but he was not listening or seeing anything anymore. He was lost in his own train of thoughts and was spouting nonsense.

He had an inferiority complex, I got to know this after I got married to him and was constantly subjected to his assaults. In his complex he would hurt me, berate me, called me names so that he can extinguish the fire within him.

" Today I am gonna show you, how to respect and pleasure your husband and will f**k you like I f**k a slut for money because you are even worse than her, at least she pleases her customers for money, but you can't even do that, cunt don't pretend you were never f****d before, I think you faked all that virginity thing as well," he said to me and I started sobbing, this asshole always kept calling me a slut, when I only had one man in my life and never did anything other than kissing someone before him.

where he had many girls before me in his bed and he judged me like he was a saint, in a moment of heat I did what I knew, I am gonna regret but I could not stop myself from doing so.

"You f*****g Asshole, you are a slut your f*****g family is a slut, you manwhore untie me or I will kill you, I am done with you, I will leave you and will let you rot in this house, you inferiority complexed mother fucker, untie me..." I shouted at him as I started to kick him to get away from him.

He tried to subdue me but I was gone crazy too, after getting beaten up by him constantly, without any mistake, pushed and pulled by him, r***d by him. I wanted to die and get over with it. When I was trashing him he pulled my hair and banged my head on the headboard. I started seeing stars."AHHHHHH" I cried in pain.

He took the opportunity and pushed down on the bed and slapped me on my face with all his strength and I started feeling dizzy, "mmmmmmmamammmm" I shouted with all my might but was dead because of the pain which I felt was nothing less than that.

I was hurting everywhere and after he had hit me so many times, I lost all the energy I had and felt black dots dancing in front of me, I felt my body go numb. He knew I was not gonna move or fight him anymore. so he took my pants off and my panties, torn my cotton top.

"You should have listened to me, you called me an asshole, I will tell what an asshole I am, I will f*****g tear you apart and make you my s*x doll f**k you every way possible, this p***y will never be able to take any c**k in it." he slapped my p***y and I felt pain again, I was already half-conscious and could not even mutter a word to him.

After that he started raping me, he did all he could with me, he was an animal and I realized that long ago, but still I Kept a hope inside of me that he will change when he sees that I really devoted myself to him and his Family.

Slowly he was breaking me and his sisters were helping him along with his mother to break me psychologically and emotionally. I was not a bright child of my parents, to begin with, I was average and was told many times by brother and family that I was useless when I did not live to their expectations. it was ingrained in me and later on it became my downfall.

I started to believe that something was wrong with me, that's why all of this was happening to me. I am not good enough and I had no one to talk to either, no one to wipe my tears, I was walking in a dark abbey with no opening.

That night I kept having nightmares and could not even close my eyes because the fear of him assaulting me kept me away but after he was done rapping me and hitting me, kicking me but he was sleeping next to me very peacefully like he had no care in the world.

That night I decided something and got up from that bed and made sure not to make any noise so he won't wake up and I packed my bag and left that house in the middle of the night, without caring what will happen to me if I left this house, becasue I could not take it anymore and if I stayed I would kill myself.

I knew it will break my family's heart to see me like this but still it was better than me being dead and them never knowing how much I was suffering here. I called a cab and got into it and gave cab driver my address and went back home, without caring what havoc it will creat later on and how much I will come to regret going their as well because once a girl is married no one wanted her to come back, she had no right to call that place her home where she spent all her life.