The black quiet voice in the back of her head whispered "Say no, slap him and call him a bastard." and without thinking further she did. Her hand lightening fast streaked out and struck him hard on the side of his face. She watched, hypnotized as his anger boiled beneath the surface and her hand print on his cheek darkened to a hot red.
"You bitch." he hissed at her. "Youll pay for that, and youll pay hard.”
The black quiet voice sighed and quivered in anticipation. It liked nothing better than to feel his strong hands on her with brutal determination to take what she denied.
She raised her hand to strike him again and he caught it above her head and with a smooth practiced move twisted her away from him and jerked her arm up behind her back until he felt her raise up on her toes.
"How dare you deny me what I own?" His breath warm against her ear. He took her earlobe in his teeth and bit down. She whimpered and the black voice moaned in pleasure. He released her ear lobe and marched her across the room until she stood in front of the cheval mirror that stood in the corner of their bedroom.
"You like this, dont you, you twisted bitch?" He shoved his hand up under her blouse and squeezed her breast until she squirmed and cried out for him to stop.
"Dont do this, please dont hurt me anymore." a tear pooled in the corner of her eye and trembled there. The black voice whispered "Oh God, that feels sooo gooood. Grind our heel on his toe so he does it again and maybe hell pinch our nipples." She hesitated fearing what would come, knowing she couldnt stop it once it began. "Do it now!" the black voice screamed in her head. And she reacted to the demand instantly by grinding her heel on his big toe.
"God Damn it!" he shouted and flung her on the bed. She bounced up and he caught her before she could crawl off the other side.
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