The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The searing pain made me squeeze my eyes shut and turn my face away as something hard invaded my body. In that moment, nothing but regret flooded through me - regret for my weakness, for ever agreeing to my husband's twisted request. But the damage was done.
The tearing sensation between my legs felt like my body was being split in two, yet the disgusting old man above me groaned with pleasure. "Vivian...so tight...so good..."
I bit my lip until I tasted blood, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me. His voice, his face - I wanted none of it. Every fiber of my being burned with hatred for my husband.
My first time...stolen by this vile creature.
Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I choked back sobs. The pervert just kept pounding into me, not caring that I'd been a virgin, not caring if I could take it. It was pure nightmare.
After what felt like hours, he finally finished with a grunt, spilling his filth inside me. The sound of his pleasure made me wish I could die right then.
The drugs in my system betrayed me, creating unwanted sensations amidst the pain. But compared to the agony in my heart? Meaningless.
Ethan burst in then, shoving the old man aside. He positioned pillows under my hips like I was some broken doll, making sure nothing leaked out. I lay there numb, already dead inside.
Sleep never came that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt those repulsive hands on me again.
For two days Ethan hovered, offering empty comforts. My hatred for him barely dimmed. Then he suggested we try again with that monster. Too broken to fight, I just lay there as he undressed me.
The glass of water he gave me burned down my throat - more drugs. Not that I cared anymore. At least the numbness dulled the disgust.
A month later, the pregnancy test showed positive. Ethan paid off the old pervert, though not before the bastard gave me one last leer.
Ethan became insufferably attentive. The cruel joke? At my first prenatal visit, the doctor found an infection. "The pregnancy isn't viable."
"That filthy bastard—" Ethan exploded when he saw the results.
I just laughed until my throat hurt.
The abortion that followed was its own special hell, the pain of having life ripped from my womb making me beg for death.
The moment I recovered, Ethan came crawling back. "Just one more try for a son," he pleaded.
I gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Fine," I said. "I'll agree."
His face lit up like Christmas morning.
"But," I continued, letting the word hang between us, "this time I choose the man. You don't get to pick."
I watched his jaw clench before he finally nodded.
The tearing sensation between my legs felt like my body was being split in two, yet the disgusting old man above me groaned with pleasure. "Vivian...so tight...so good..."
I bit my lip until I tasted blood, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me. His voice, his face - I wanted none of it. Every fiber of my being burned with hatred for my husband.
My first time...stolen by this vile creature.
Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I choked back sobs. The pervert just kept pounding into me, not caring that I'd been a virgin, not caring if I could take it. It was pure nightmare.
After what felt like hours, he finally finished with a grunt, spilling his filth inside me. The sound of his pleasure made me wish I could die right then.
The drugs in my system betrayed me, creating unwanted sensations amidst the pain. But compared to the agony in my heart? Meaningless.
Ethan burst in then, shoving the old man aside. He positioned pillows under my hips like I was some broken doll, making sure nothing leaked out. I lay there numb, already dead inside.
Sleep never came that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt those repulsive hands on me again.
For two days Ethan hovered, offering empty comforts. My hatred for him barely dimmed. Then he suggested we try again with that monster. Too broken to fight, I just lay there as he undressed me.
The glass of water he gave me burned down my throat - more drugs. Not that I cared anymore. At least the numbness dulled the disgust.
A month later, the pregnancy test showed positive. Ethan paid off the old pervert, though not before the bastard gave me one last leer.
Ethan became insufferably attentive. The cruel joke? At my first prenatal visit, the doctor found an infection. "The pregnancy isn't viable."
"That filthy bastard—" Ethan exploded when he saw the results.
I just laughed until my throat hurt.
The abortion that followed was its own special hell, the pain of having life ripped from my womb making me beg for death.
The moment I recovered, Ethan came crawling back. "Just one more try for a son," he pleaded.
I gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Fine," I said. "I'll agree."
His face lit up like Christmas morning.
"But," I continued, letting the word hang between us, "this time I choose the man. You don't get to pick."
I watched his jaw clench before he finally nodded.
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