Embers of Desire: Reigniting Passion

****Trigger Warning (abusive relationship)**** "No one here can love or understand me. Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me. Pack up all my cares and wow, here I go, winging low, bye, bye blackbird." Beatrice's voice hung in the air. Bye, Bye Blackbird spoke to her soul. Her grieving soul. A shiver thunders down her spine, as the hot water kisses the bruises he left her. His "love notes" anchored to her body, with angry fists. "Bea," He whines through the beaten door. "Unlock the door, I'm sorry," his fake sobs leave her numb. She knows if she doesn't comply, she will face his rage once more. A dutiful wife, she tells herself. It will get better, she tells herself. Begrudgingly, she steps out the shower careful not to make a puddle on the floor, stepping from towel to rug. She takes note of the fuzz between her toes, to ground herself, with a deep breath. As she unlocks the door, her face grimaces with a smile through a black eye and bruised lip. Welcoming her husband in he mumbles his usual "I'm sorry, please forgive, it will never happen again." A line etched perfectly on a broken record. He brushes over her face, and as his hands cups her chin, she exhales and lets her soul escape. As his lips brush against hers, another piece of her heart dies. As she lifts his shirt off, he caresses her body, and her self worth ceases. As she takes off his pants, her mind shuts off. "Be a good girl," he breathes into her ear. "Show me you forgive me," he grins. Disgust threatens to crease the lines of her battered face. Bile is rising up her throat, as she gets on her knees. Met with his erection. His dutiful wife, she repeats over and over to block the reality of her situation. His dutiful slave. He grips her hair on the back of her head as she takes him in her mouth. She closed her eyes as her body takes over the motions. Again and again until he has had his fill. His voice and moans muffled, as Beatrice is somewhere. Somewhere far away with the sun beaming on her face. He stands her up and gropes her body. The breeze is caressing her skin. He leads her to the mirror. She's walking along the edge of the crisp water flowing through the creek. His sticky body presses up against her from behind. Shes stops to take note of the clean air filling her lungs, she exhales a moan. He bends her over the counter top and smacks her ass. She's trying hard to stay in the forest. He's reprimanding her, for not being his dutiful wife. She squeezes her eyes shut willing herself to leave this place. His spreads her legs apart, and jams his fingers in the creases of her folds. She envisions a thick dense forest, listening to the birds chatter she takes a deep breath and braces herself. He spreads her cheeks apart and enters her behind, while he slides his left hand up her back. He fists her hair, and yanks her head up. Alert, shes forced to glance in the mirror and face her nightmare. "SAY IT." He roars at her as his slams into her. "I am your dutiful wife, I belong to you. It is my job to serve you." she whispers in shame. "LOOK AT ME AND SAY IT LOUDER" She winces in pain and he continues to ram into her rear. She draws her eyes up to look into his eyes. "Say it" he hisses "I'm close" "I am your dutiful wife, I belong to you. It is my job to serve you." She forces out. A single tear falls down her face. Finally once last thrust and he cums inside her. "Get into the shower and wash me, wife," He grunts. She obeys. His dutiful slave.