Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“You are so beautiful like this.” Clark’s deep voice drags me out of my thoughts. “I kind of like it when you cry,” he admits shamelessly.
His seedy tone sends shivers down my spine. But nothing compares to the feeling of disgust when he lifts his hand and runs a finger down my face. I turn my head away from him, and he chuckles.
“I don’t care if you like it or not. You are my wife now, and it’s time to consummate this union.” His words hang heavy in the air as he reaches for the back of my chair and pulls it away from the table. The legs scrape loudly over the floor. I’m so startled, I almost fall out of the damn chair.
“Are you going to walk?” Clark asks gruffly, and I almost laugh.
“I can barely sit up. How the fuck am I going to walk?” I spit at him.
“Such a dirty mouth on you. We’ll have to put that to better use upstairs,” he warns, sending another wave of nausea to my stomach.
Before I can react, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His shoulder digs into my stomach painfully as he carries me through the house and up the stairs. Each step makes it harder and harder not to throw up.
We make it to what I assume is his bedroom, where I’m thrown onto the bed hard enough to make my head bounce off the mattress twice. My mind spins, and I feel disoriented being moved like this while I’m still on these drugs.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to brace myself for what is about to happen. He is going to rape me. He won’t take no for an answer, and he is making his point very clear when he starts to undress me. His meaty finger tugging on my clothes, ripping my shirt open at the collar when I start fighting him a little.
My attempts to fight are laughable at best, my arms are so fucking heavy, everything I do feels like I’m fighting against a thousand pounds. Clark easily holds me down with one firm hand on my chest. His hold is so tight, he is making it hard to breathe.
Panic floods my system as less and less oxygen gets to my lungs. I’m so focused on sucking enough air in, I barely register how Clark has pulled my shirt and bra up so he can fondle my tits. His hand kneads them painfully, sending more tears down my face.
When he is done, his hand travels down to my pants, where he undoes the button and the zipper. Then he finally shifts his weight off my chest. I suck in a deep shuddering breath, and my whole body relaxes with the sudden intake of air.
Clark uses both of his hands to pull my jeans off my legs, and my shoes off my feet. I’m too scared to fight him. He can so easily hold me down, as he’s just showed. He could seriously hurt me if he wanted. Fighting will only make this worse for me.
“What the fuck is that?” Clark exclaims, disgust lacing his voice.
My eyes flutter open, and I look up to follow his gaze onto my thighs.
“Who the fuck did that to you?” he asks, pointing at my scarred legs.
“No one…” The words come out in a low whisper.
“What do you mean, no one? Where did these come from? I didn’t pay for damaged goods.”
I wince at his statement. He thinks I’m damaged goods. I guess, in a way, he is right.
“Tell me what these are?” he demands.
“I did it to myself,” I admit with a shaky voice.
“To yourself?” Clark asks, like he can’t believe what’s coming out of my mouth. “You cut yourself?”
All I can muster up is a nod.
“Dammit. I just spent a fortune on you,” he says disappointingly. “I want a wife, not a freak.” With each word, he seems to become more agitated. An aura of anger vibrates from his body.
A shiver runs down my spine as I come to terms with the amount of danger I’m in. This guy is a monster, and I’m at his mercy.
“I don’t even know if I can fuck you, knowing your thighs are like that. It’s disgusting,” Clark spits, digging the knife in deeper. “I guess your mouth will do.”
His words don’t have time to sink in as he grabs me by my hair and pulls me from the bed. My limbs are weak, and I can barely hold myself up as he forces me on my knees next to the bed.
My scalp burns where he holds me tightly with his right hand while unbuckling his pants with his left. He unzips himself and tugs down his boxers, freeing his semi hard cock.