Far From Fairytale

Humiliation part 2

I meekly followed behind him like a lost puppy. “I just hope whatever you made is atleast edible otherwise you know the consequences!” There was a blatant threat behind those words of his. I quietly placed the food in front of him without saying anything. Every movement of mine, every shiver of my body didn’t escape his scrutinizing gaze.

“It seems your body isn’t able to handle the deflowering.” He accentuated on the word deflowering more so reminding me how brutally he snatched my virginity. If I had half a brain saying, deflowering almost seemed spiritual with the way he was saying it. “Sit down”

My legs screamed in joy. I took longing steps towards the distant single chair in the room. “I didn’t mean there Anvi” something with the way he said my name didn’t sit right with me. His eyes told me that this nightmare was far from over. “Sit down next to my foot, the place where you actually belong.” I kept looking at him. My remaining pride wasn’t allowing me to fall at his feet. When I made no move to sit he said “I think I have explained time and again that I don’t like to repeat my words! Sit down or I’ll make sure you won’t be able to stand for a week.” I forced my pride aside and quickly sat down next to his feet. Their’s no way my body can handle his tormenting again.

“Hmmm, not bad but also not up to my standards. Anyway what can someone expect from cheap f***s like you!”

That smirk again! ‘If you can’t appreciate the food made by me then why even asking me to make it, you asswipe!’ the other part of me yelled in my mind. Right now it feels like I am almost imagining of the way he praised my cooking a few weeks back.

I had killed him a thousand times by now in my mind but my subconscious mind didn’t hold the power of wiping this real life monster out of my life.

Even after ridiculing my cooking skills he still ate the food like a starving man. Asshole! “You know what I think I should shower some mercy on you. I am feeling quite generous after experiencing your bedroom skills. Not once I have felt this satiated after s*x. You are one lucky w***e! No, MY w***e!” He stressed on the word ‘my’ by pointing index finger at himself.

His comment had me laughing internally. Not s*x, it was r**e! By this time I had figured out the meaning of the word mercy is pulling another horrid stunt for him. I was praying for it to not being more shattering than it already was. Him calling me baby yesterday almost seemed like a dream. How can someone change so much in just matter of few hours. My jaunt from his lover to w***e was very painful and also the one I never agreed for. I was dragged in this without my consent. I was a bit ready being subjected to another bolt from his casket for me if it came with him leaving me the hell alone.

Surpassing my expectation of him being the worst human on the planet he spit into my prepared food and held out the plate towards me. I didn’t know what was I supposed to do. I thought that this was his way of rating my cooking skills. I was about to take it from him and throw it away. But what he said next would be the last thing someone would do to ridicule someone. “Go ahead eat it. You must be exhausted by our previous sexcapades.” The words coming out of his mouth seemed like he was coaxing a child, as if he was seriously expecting me to eat his spit. I just kept on watching his face dumbstruck.

“Sarah, eat it. I won’t say again”

“Please just for once say that this time you are kidding. Daniel please you have humiliated me enough. Please don’t do this. Just stop now please!” I begged him sobbing.

“You should have thought about this before lying to me and filming us. No one messes with Daniel Hall. You made a grave mistake Sarah thinking that I was in love with you.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you. Everyone in our class was rich. I thought you would never talk to me if I said I was poor. But I never filmed us. Please believe me! Why would I do something like this! Someone is trying to frame me Daniel please believe and stop torturing me. Please leave me alone!!”

As if the universe finally took pity on me, his phone chimed in with a message. “I’m leaving now but don’t even for once think that I won’t come again. If you make another silly mistake of telling this to someone your father won’t be alive to witness next morning!”

With this he walked away and finally left my house.