My ex's brother

Ella sat on the cold bathroom tiles, shaking uncontrollably. Her rapid breathing filled the deafening silence in the small, dark bathroom. With a trembling hand, she lifted the small plastic test closer to her face. Despite the poor lighting and her eyes full of tears, she could clearly see two red lines. She was pregnant. "How is that possible?" She whispered, closing her eyes. She never wanted to have a child with David and took birth control pills on purpose. David was the worst person she knew. He had been her arranged husband for a year now. For her, this year felt like an eternity. Her parents forced her to marry this man after they lost everything in a terrible fire. Her father broke down and didn't speak to anyone for weeks. Then her mother came up with the idea of arranging a marriage for her eldest daughter to a man from a wealthy family. After all, then they would have money, they would have status. That's true, but they never thought they would condemn their daughter to such a terrible fate. At the beginning she confided in them, hoping that they would take pity on her without wanting her to suffer. But when after telling them, "Mommy, David locked me in the basement yesterday for refusing s*x" she heard in response, "Well, a woman has some obligations to her man, doesn't she?" and "look what a beautiful and rich house you live in!" she had completely lost hope. After 4 months of this captivity, questions started to be asked at family dinners: "When will you finally decide to have a child?" "Such a beautiful couple and still no offspring!" "Don't you think your biological clock isn't ticking?" Ella held back tears. Wasn't ticking, she was only 18. She wanted to develop, get to know the world, get to know herself, and at the same time she was experiencing hell on earth. She then thought that if she had a child with David, her life would be over. Her husband always politely avoided these questions, but after half a year he changed his mind. He came to Ella and said, "Honey, our families are right, we should decide to have a child." She froze, not knowing what to say. She looked at him with a pained expression, hoping it was just a stupid joke. "Why are you looking like that? Didn't you hear what I said?" David asked in a sharp tone. "You're joking." Ella turned pale and felt sick. "Have a baby with you?" She snorted, getting out of bed quickly. "You're the last person on earth I'd want to have a child with!" She screamed as she passed him, wanting to run to the bathroom. "Who gave you permission to speak to me like that?" He asked, throwing her on the bed. Ella said nothing, just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Don't look at me like that, or I'll feel sorry for you" He said sarcastically, unbuckling his belt... At first, David didn't seem so bad. From the start, he was firm and strict, but he treated Elle with respect. On their first date, a week before the wedding, he took her to an exclusive restaurant. They sat for a long time and talked about themselves, even exchanging smiles from time to time. David was really handsome. He told Ella about his company, his family, and his passion - swimming. He even showed photos from competitions, all of which he won. "Swimming is my escape from everyday life, every day is so hard and stressful." He smiled at her ambiguously. "Being in the water, the body feels so light." Ella listened to this with genuine interest, since she was going to marry him anyway. She thought then, he's handsome, educated, rich... maybe it won't be so bad? However, it was. The wedding was a grand affair, with the entire family attending. Everyone had a great time congratulating the newlyweds. Only Ella sat on the sidelines and watched it all, with considerable trepidation. Last night, David told her that even though he had known her for such a short time, he felt like he was in love. And that he is very happy that she will become his wife. To Elia, however, these words seemed strangely empty. After the wedding was over, it was time for their wedding night. Ella was, of course, a virgin, and she was really scared of her first time After closing the bedroom door, David smiled at her and said, "Playtime, baby." Ella looked at him questioningly, but before she could say anything, he jumped at her and started kissing her passionately. She tried to relax, but her husband was terribly pushy and aggressive. He bit her lower lip, which was now bleeding profusely. "Umm honey, can you be a little more gentle?" She asked, taking a breath, but he didn't even look at her, taking off her clothes. After a few kisses, he spread her legs and asked, "Ready for heaven?" But for Ella it was more like hell. Her husband entered her immediately and she moaned loudly in pain. Immediately after that he made several hard thrusts which brought her to tears. "David, please -" She didn't finish because he bit into her hard. The thrusts were getting stronger and deeper. Ella felt a searing pain from inside, spreading to her stomach, thighs, and back. "Stop it," She moaned, but David had no intention of stopping. He moved faster and faster, making her scream in pain. After that night, things only got worse. It started with ignoring her, accidentally pushing her, forcing her into s*x. After two weeks, he locked her in the basement for the first time. "Why are you doing this to me?!" She screamed as she fell hard onto the cold and wet basement floor. "Why?" He laughed bitterly. "Don't you remember what you did this morning?" Ella thought. She didn't do anything. But she knew he would always find an excuse. The first lockdown took forever for her, even though she was only there until evening. She was shaking with cold and almost dying of hunger. The second lockdown lasted the same amount of time. The third one too Later something changed and he only closed her for a few hours. And then she was stuck there for 5 days, eating only dry bread. At least once a day David came to use it. Later, there was also beating. One day he joked that he had to buy a torture machine. Ella didn't like this joke.